She Sends Her Spirit in the Night
When past decisions haunt you, you begin to wonder if you’re the one in Hell.
Tag: pagan
Vol. XI
Ashnu remained in his forge. He had no plants, flowers, or creatures to call his own. Time passed as he watched the fires of his forge flicker. He sat in loneliness, smoothing a slab of black stone till his heart could grow no more heavy. Ashnu tossed the smooth stone into the fires of his […]
Vol. VIII
I went into my Uncles’ old room. Everything was covered in sheets. The golden afternoon light filtered through the blinds. I went to the closet and opened the door. There was a cardboard box. I opened it up and saw an old lunch pail, some pens, a hammer and a few books on bird watching. […]
Why I Believe in Ghosts (True Story)
Let’s put aside the fact that I write horror and I’m pagan. You may be thinking, “of course you believe in ghosts and ghouls you damned heathen!” but it isn’t my spiritual beliefs that led me to believe. I also want to get on the record that even though I am pagan, my first […]
I Am the Eater of Stars
One by one, the light shall be slain.
Vol. VII
“Gather around, children, grandma would like to tell you a tale…Now then, do you know the great magician Emmret? Yes, that one. He was a great man, who traveled the land healing and curing people of their sickness. He could mend bones, and rid children of the pox at a mere touch. He counseled kings, […]
Vol. VI
Demora could take the shape of a bird, a crow made of flame and shadow. She could take the shape of a great cat, whose fur was the consistency of smooth, black marble. She could turn into a snake, an agile cobra, adorned and speckled with gold. Demora could also take the form of a […]
Vol. V
A man of Egypt walked the desert. His lips were chapped and his skin blistered where his robes were torn. The sun glared down on him and baked the sand he walked on. The only protection he had were the clothes on his back, the wrap on his head and shoes […]
O’ Mother, O’ Father
O’ Mother, Your pale face brings the winter. Tilted smile, blessed the harvest. Half your love, saved the voyager. We wait for the night you show your full face. O’ Father Your wrath starved the child. Ever present. With your might, brought the new day. Send your love, so that we may grow again.
Vol. IV
In the world of land, a mountain made of black stone erupted. It spit golden fire and smoke made of fine crystal shards. The land shook and a molten, silver liquid spilled from the top of the black mountain. It covered the black stone and ran into the black sand, coating everything and turning the […]
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