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The Gifts That Were Taken
In cold and reckless dreams, I wandered, searching for the old spirit – he who comes in the night. Twisting and turning through fallen branches I came to a grove where a great and resplendent light emanated. This voracious light spoke to me and said, “You have searched for me and your quest is done. At the rising of the sun and the morning prayers echoing through the woods, the birds will sing their song under a gentle brittle rain, so too, like the transient rain will you fall and be buried in the Earth. Worry not, kind soul, just as the rain, you will serve another purpose in the service of...
Sheol
There was fighting from the other side of the door about what kind of funeral the family would have. I listened for a few minutes as a woman's voice swung from raging fury to a sort of logical masochism. She moved from chaos to militant order, from weeping to the casket to the flowers and food for mourners.Then I heard a man's voice say, “He's not going to be dead. We don't need a funeral.”The woman on the other side started crying again. They cannot choose. The choice is impossible.The room I had been summoned to was at the far end of the ICU, where a different kind of quiet madness took over...
A Mistaken Sign
Acclaimed scientist, researcher, and self-proclaimed mad genius, Professor Arthur von Turr was delivering his Noble Prize acceptance speech in his head when he made the most influential mistake in the history of mankind. If he had been focused on what he was doing, he would never have made such a simple, yet fatal error. He was so absorbed in his fantasy, that the three times he revised his work, he noticed nothing out of place. If there had been someone else that day, they might have said something. But no one knew where he was, or what he was working on.The Khronos Project was the world lead...
Supernatural Diversity
My love for ghosts — or as my dad would say, my obsessions with ghosts — began when I was around twelve or thirteen years old. Dad was a plumber and often brought me on house calls with him as his assistant. I always suspected that he wanted me to take over his plumbing business when he retired, but plumbing was nevewww.onedoor.ccr for me.I couldn't imagine a more boring profession than plumbing. Once you learned how to fix a leaky faucet or replace corroded pipes, it was always the exact same work. I craved novelty and imagination, and above all, meeting new people — people who were different from me.One ...