November 3rd, 2009 § 4
It was time to write.
Tanya sat at the keyboard, facing the screen, fingers laid softly upon the home row. She could think of nothing.
What had been her last thought? How was she going to connect Nadioch and The Coming of the Dark days?
Her index fingers skated lightly in minute circles over the nubs on the F and J keys as she hung, poised on the edge of action.
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October 18th, 2009 § 4
“Villainy,” whispered the little girl in the elevator with the spider tattoo on her forehead.
Standing next to the large man, her eyes pointed up at his back.
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October 14th, 2009 § 0
The man with the very large head lifted his chin because he was expecting an answer. His interest had greatly increased when he learned that Mictli had attended Brown University. Mictli didn’t care so much that the man found such a relatively unimportant fact of worth, he was more fascinated by how the man’s words and way of speaking were like plucking fork tines in Mictli’s mind. He heard the man’s voice as both musical and metallic, a dull nickle-plated tone with an unexpected twinge of melody weaving about. There was a rhythm to the older man’s speech that communicated the real questions in his soul, as there is with every person who uses speech in some way. Questions both found and denied, hidden to the speaker or held central in the cognizant mind.