The Monster's Mother_A Forgotten Melody_Space Boy_Scions and Sleuths
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The Monster's Mother
My husband offended the gods. That’s what started this nightmare. I asked him not to. I warned him, this never ends well, I warned him, you’ll bring us to ruin. “You’ve heard the stories!” I cried. “How could you even consider something so stupid? Have you never heard a bedtime tale?” I shouted myself hoarse but nobody cared. On this island, I am counted second to mortal men, though my father is the sun itself. You would think that since they owe their lives and sustenance to my father, they would show me some measure of respect, but you would be wrong. You might also think that Helios would i...
A Forgotten Melody
The world was silent. Not in the absence of sound, but within the true silence that exists in the beauty of nature. A low hum of consistent static rolled through the streets, ebbing and flowing with the breeze. Passing through alleys and swelling over dusty park benches, ancient pages rose and fell. Swaths of dust swirled, carrying with www.onedoor.ccthem the quiet of simplicity. Leaves rustled and birds chirped, echoing melodies from eons past warped through the refrains of new generations.The ecosystem lived in a harmonious balance. Nothing disturbed the eternal crescendo of endless lives, born from the h...
Space Boy
Clouds floated in between the balcony’s banisters shifting the curtains as it entered the room. The clouds disappeared for a moment with each step of her bare feet until she reached the end of the balcony. She stared out into the starry sky, more clouds drifting close enough to touch her fingers. The clouds had no texture to them, only the thought of them feeling like cotton candy or like a soft pillow kept her reaching out for them, only to be disappointed when they parted from her touch. The breeze touched her gently and she sighed with relief. There was something screaming in the back of ...
Scions and Sleuths
“Harris, take a look at this,” FBI agent Lane said to his partner, holding up the photograph.“What do you have there?” the brunette asked, taking the picture from his hand. The image depicted a middle-aged white gentleman with chestnut hair in a grey sweater-vest. “Yeah, this resembles our latest vic. But not quite the same guy.”“Check the back.”“‘Gas station in Texas. Position fortified. Do not engage.’” She frowned. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”“No idea. But that’s not the only one. Our perp has an obsession with guys who look like this.”“That seems obvious. A dozen men fitting ...