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Midnight DragonSunlight flickered through the leaves of trees overhead. Frej opened his eyes and closed them again. He wanted to sleep but he supposed he should get up and hunt. It was springtime after all and there was too much fresh meat abound to ignore. Taking care not to hit any of the surrounding trees with his wings, he slowly unfurled them and uncurled his body. He arched into a stretch then pounced into a run. Following his well-worn route he weaved ducked and jumped through trees, fallen logs, ditches and rocks. It was always best to warm up before flying.
The trees thinned out and a vast expanse of blue sky and fluffy white clouds stretched out before him. He jumped right into it. It was a sudden drop but Frej always liked to start his day with a bit of heart stopping excitement. He plunged towards the pine trees below screaming in exhilaration. If he could stretch his jaw into a smile he would have. Just before splintering his head through a tree, he expanded his wings and pulled hi
A Halliwell's HalloweenUnderneath the San Francisco National Cemetery the Necromancer inspected his new recruits. It wasn’t a bad harvest this year; most of his crew was relatively fresh so they still had muscle on their bones and didn’t smell too horrible. He just wished there weren’t so many old people. In this country not enough fit young men had been struck by Death. Then again, in other countries most of the young men either died from disease or starvation or had various limbs blown off so it was a bit of a trade off. However, if tonight’s plan went off without a hitch there would be plenty of fine young men at his disposal to assassinate the Twice Blessed son of a Charmed One.
The Necromancer had never been a particularly ambitious sorcerer; he had always been pushed, bullied and threatened into doing another demon’s bidding. His existence was tolerable but of course the fatal flaw of every creature living in the Underworld was the desire for power and respect. If he assas
Perdido beach looked like a warzone that had suffered the wrath of Zeus himself. It was hard to believe that this was a part of middle class America. Smoke and ash rose with the sun over the charred remains of homes that occasionally creaked and snapped. The air carried that thick smoky smell as well as a trace of the gasoline the arsonists had used to light the fires. Survivors scrounging around for anything valuable or useful were stained black like a population of chimney sweeps from ‘Oliver Twist’.
Rodger had promised himself to read that book to Justin a while ago. However Justin had preferred other children’s books like ‘Where the Wild Things Are’ and ‘The Very Hungry Caterpillar’ over the classic that was, albeit, a bit wordy sometimes. Now Justin was standing over the remains of his home, clutching half of his burnt blankie. Scorched scraps from photo albums fluttered around his feet.
“Daddy is going to be so mad when he get
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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