المشاركات في Ongoing

A Candle in the Wind     I struggle to swallow as I recall the incident. Deep down, I think he already knew. Just as I did. In his Reaper’s Intuition, he knew she was gone. Still, hearing the words out loud, witnessing his worst fear manifest itself, was more than he could bear. More than anyone could bear. He’d shut down—completely and absolutely. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, didn’t do anything. Couldn’t. It was not the reaction I was expecting. And it freaked me out a lot more than… اقرأ أكثر

Coming Up Short     I flex a cramp out of my leg for the umpteenth time tonight, making kicking motions as I flip through pages and pages and pages. Even though my head is pounding incessantly and my eyes are bloodshot to the tenth degree, I couldn’t suppress the urge—the need—to come back to the Creation Library to look for her. For Kitty-Cat. Again. Eleven days later and I still can’t make fucking sense of anything; not the Atlantic, not the hotspots, not the wine incident…and especially not her…. اقرأ أكثر

When Green Pigs Fly       I’m not a violent person. I swear I’m not. Never have been. And I don’t condone brutality or fighting in any way, shape, or form. But, good God, these assholes are making it far too easy for me to want to kill something right now. “So…when are you going to give me your number, Baby Cakes?” Frank says, punctuating the ruckus he started. His tone is both arrogant and assuming, and his body-language reflects that; intertwining his fingers on the table and looking… اقرأ أكثر

Eleven Days Later…   Atlantic Aftermath       The smell of bacon and grilled cheese wafts through the air, making my mouth water and stomach growl. God… I’m so hungry. Again. I’ve eaten twice already and it’s not even noon yet; something that seems to be happening more and more lately. Stress, I think to myself. It must be stress. The ding of the order bell rings loudly in my ears, making me wince against the piercing sound, wishing to God I had ear buds. I don’t remember it… اقرأ أكثر

Chaos in Paradise     My brain spins inside my skull, unable to function. Not after what I just saw. At least…what I think I just saw. Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!! Suddenly, I want to shake myself. Hard. For crying out loud, mermaids aren’t even real! They don’t exist outside of musical animations. They’re just a myth; like unicorns and pygmy trolls and sparkly vampires. My subconscious is most likely playing dirty tricks on me because I’ve always compared her to Disney’s Little Mermaid. That has to be… اقرأ أكثر

A Fish     All I can do is stand there, completely numb, my arms and legs becoming impossibly heavy, as if they’re being pumped full of liquid steel. Commotion ensues all around me, a collective ruckus with no beginning or end, growing by the second, but I continue to stand there in silence, my breathing becoming more and more shallow and erratic. This. Is. Not. Real. This. Is. Not. Happening. It just isn’t. There is simply no way in hell any of this is real. None. I repeat this… اقرأ أكثر

Turning Water into Wine…and Glass?     This is bad. Really bad. Even though I knew in my gut that this would be the outcome, somewhere inside, I still wished I’d be wrong; that for once, a futile situation would somehow take a positive turn. But no such luck. I was right. A-fucking-gain. I’m so sorry, Mike. I slowly levitate the motionless mermaid from underneath the mass of debris and other dead matter, being careful not to move her already fragile, decomposing body around too much. This is going to… اقرأ أكثر

Mikailiel     As if on cue, an all too familiar voice screeches through the discord out of nowhere; loud, angry, and hysterical, violently catapulting me out of my thoughts. “Soorah!” Oh, fuck. Demetri and I whip around to see Reaper coming our way at full speed, yelling at the top of his lungs. Of all the motherfuckers in the multiverse to deal with right now! The infamously ill-tempered Silver Reaper from the clan of Yorthi, son of decorated Silver Reaper Liolis, and the faithful lover of the mermaid, Soorah:… اقرأ أكثر

Mission Semi-Impossible     We’re already seven and a half minutes in, phasing and relocating any surviving mortals we’ve been able to get our hands on in time; alternating between moving them into smaller water bodies, including the Ganges and the Red and Mediterranean Seas, and spiriting them directly to the Pacific and Indian Oceans depending on their currents and respective levels of hydro traffic—which, in a situation like this, is constantly high and in flux for pretty much all of them. The whole thing has panned out to be… اقرأ أكثر

Breaking News       Bright splashes of neon light singe my eyes despite the surrounding darkness in the club, making me squint as my head continues to throb. Fluorescent hues of pink, green, yellow, purple and every other color you can think of shine brightly as they dance over the furniture, upholstery, and patrons—several of whom are completely intoxicated now. The multicolored confetti of light emanates from glow sticks, pseudo flames, lava lamps, and disco balls; all spilling, intersecting, and meshing into each other over the club’s refined interior…. اقرأ أكثر