the oracle tower
The oracle tower sits in an otherwise empty field, a looming monolith of wood and metal and whatever else oracle towers are made from.
It doesn’t move unless it’s being consulted, or it happens to be a particularly windy day.
People come from all around to consult the oracle tower. For guidance or instructions. For [...]
perpetual teatime
My grandmother is a bit on the eccentric side. My father always says it’s because she has too much money, but he gets weird about money things so I’m not really sure that’s it.
I love to visit her house. When I was younger I’d play for hours in the backyard. In the garden there’s [...]
sentinels
At first there were complaints about the noise. Not that anyone knows what the noise is, precisely, even though it is rather loud. Whatever it is inside the building, echoing and humming and clicking, remains a mystery.
The bits that spill out onto the surrounding lot are made of stone and glass and wood, pieces without [...]
heart-shaped cage
Sting told me if I love somebody I should set them free.
I doubt Sting ever loved anyone with wings. If he did he might rethink such a stupid sentiment.
I suppose the point is to wait for your love to come back to you voluntarily.
I wonder if there’s a difference between setting something free and [...]
prelude to the hunt
The jewellery is a distraction. Distraction is a key element of the prelude to the hunt.
They never realize that. Shiny objects are highly effective.
Perhaps some buried instinct tells them to run. To hide. But instinct and wisdom are always lost under infatuation and sparkle.
They don’t even notice the arrow until after it [...]
letters & measures
When they finally got inside the house, everything was in jars and nothing was labeled. Though it is difficult to say whether or not labels would have been any help. What does one label a jar full of rulers? The jar is clear glass, the contents are as plain as day. Would a [...]
swinging in snow
The school has been closed for years. They say that they’re going to turn it into condos eventually but there’s always one thing or another holding that up.
The playground is still there. It’s closed, but all of the equipment was left trapped in the concrete. The jungle gym. The line of swings.
Last night [...]
objects in space
Only the objects remain. A forgotten suitcase. An empty chair.
Waiting for new stories to add to their old ones.
The old stories are gone. Slipped away through time and space. Replaced with price tags and rarely removed dust.
But you can hear them, if you listen quietly enough.
Stories are never truly gone. They just become [...]
coffeeshop magic
I don’t have the time to devote to circles or covens. I have to fit things in when and where I can, in stolen moments and cups of coffee.
Stirring clockwise to conjure.
Widdershins to banish.
There’s never enough time, and rarely enough caffeine, but I make do with what I have. Besides, cauldrons and pointy hats [...]
property feature
The monster came with the house.
The realtor said they could get estimates from removal services but then there was some sort of confusion with determining ownership because of the property lines, because it spends so much time underground. And there was so much paperwork and expense involved that we figured it really wasn’t worth [...]
