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Category Archives: Writing Sample
A Fugitive and a Vagabond
“I’m sorry,” Father grunted, grabbing her by her shoulders and throwing her down. “I deserve it,” she said. She didn’t really mean it, but she hadn’t meant to cause Father grief. “This world is a hard and fallen one,” he … Continue reading
Silent Cal
“I get it, I get it!” one of the girls giggled. Her jacket was a shell of sequins around a bubbling core of young person. “This is like Calvin Coolidge, right? Isn’t there some story about Coolidge not talking much?” … Continue reading
The Marked Woman
“We’re going to Chicago,” Twitch said. Tears leaked from her yellow eyes and streamed onto the bathroom porcelain. “Eddie knows a hoodoo woman there, and we’re going to contact the Infernal powers and make a deal.” “Eddie?” “The guitar player. … Continue reading
Adamic
The fairy moved off alone. Wellman’s had been built in a building that had once been a railroad station. Its walls were two storeys tall and made of brick, and its windows and ceiling had a Gothic look about their … Continue reading
Change
Eddie opened his eyes to the sight of dangling feet and a sheet of ice. He felt weak and sluggish. “Where am I?” he muttered. “The ass end of the universe,” Mike told him. “In Nowhere, Oklahoma. At Sears. Locked … Continue reading
Only One Way to Find Out
He couldn’t see the bottom of the passage. Below and ahead of him, he saw Apep. With his Infernal eye, Eddie again saw the gigantic man with the head of a serpent. Apep wore an Egyptian-style headdress and simple white … Continue reading
Dance
Eddie shuffled and kicked his way into the row of sistrum players and snatched sistra away from them. As he plucked the instruments from their grip, the players kept playing, shaking their empty hands intently as if they were still … Continue reading
You’re Talking to the Wrong Guy
“This is all just sympathetic magic,” Irving sniffed. “James George Frazer? The Golden Bough?” “Nope,” Mike frowned. “You’re talking to the wrong guy. The guy you want got bit by a snake and is lying in a coma in a … Continue reading
We Consecrate Thee Wepwawet
The two lovers stood in a central space empty but for the dog on the table. Surrounding them was a crowd, chanting words Eddie didn’t recognize, beating small hand drums and playing sistra. Sistra were brass rattles from ancient Egypt … Continue reading
Sin Is for Humans
Eddie knew that to everyone else, he looked like he was walking drunk. But the others couldn’t see the frozen heads, and he couldn’t bring himself to just walk through them. In his rational mind, he knew that the sun … Continue reading
