hic vigilans somniat
We awake to a burst of static from the baby monitor. This is not uncommon. It seems like almost anything can set it off, if we don’t put the damn thing in just the right spot. I reach over and shift the monitor on the nightstand, hoping to move it out of whatever signal is causing the disruption. The noise subsides and… Continue reading morse
Halfway through my day I stop and reach desperately for a scrap of dream from the night before, a vague memory that my character Jee came to see me. She had something important to tell me. But the dream is gone, nothing left but a sense of something forgotten.
Blood, spelling out a hastily scrawled curse or warning: “IF YOU CONTINUE, YOU WON’T SEE THE END. IF YOU WRITE IT, IT WILL NEVER BE READ. IF YOU TELL THE STORY, NO ON WILL LISTEN.” And blood scrawling away to nothing. A moment to pause and gasp. And the voice of Constantine rises within. “You want to fuck with me? I’ll bloody choke… Continue reading the blood curse
Blood, spelling out a hastily scrawled curse or warning: “IF YOU CONTINUE, YOU WON’T SEE THE END. IF YOU WRITE IT, IT WILL NEVER BE READ. IF YOU TELL THE STORY, NO ON WILL LISTEN.” And blood scrawling away to nothing. A moment to pause and gasp. And the voice of Constantine rises within. “You want to fuck with me? I’ll bloody choke… Continue reading the blood curse