An End to Solitude

It was midwinter and Ariella was shut in her new house by drifting snow. They should have been together, but he left her before the ink dried on the deed and she was alone amongst vast and empty rooms. At night she heard  old boards creaking. In the library she would find the fire lit... Continue Reading →

Never Cross the Old Bridge at Midnight

"Hold the bridge!" the commander had yelled. The horde had been almost upon them, their iron blades gleaming, so much darker than the gleaming bronze of the defenders. The defenders had stood there as an endless wave of barbarians surged towards them, knowing that this would be their last stand. "Hold the bridge!" Centuries later,... Continue Reading →

FFftPP – Her

She's always there:  tall, pale, beautiful as the stars and the moon on the clearest of midwinter nights. No words ever come from between her blue lips, the color of frost. At times, it seems like she's trying to tell me something. I can see her reaching out, fingers grabbing towards me. Once, those fingers... Continue Reading →

FFfAW– Ghost Town

Word Count: 150 The Saloon was empty when John entered. The pool table sat untouched, the little balls just sitting with out purpose where they'd last been. Sitting down at the bar, John listened for the slightest hint of movement. He heard nothing. "What can I get you?" a man asked, appearing silently. He wore... Continue Reading →

Doctor Who Discussion: Bad Directions, Taylor Swift for all eternity, Diversity, and Begging Moffat for a Job

If you think about this from a linear perspective, we're a little late. But since time is a wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey ball of stuff rather than a straight line, can one really be late? Jaden C. Kilmer (JC) and J.A. Prentice (J.A.) deliver another post-episode Doctor Who Discussion, this time for Under the Lake. As always, there are... Continue Reading →

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