It smelled of old coffee. So many things do.

My finger ran across the dry skin feeling puckers and bumps that I could not see, only feel.

I could see stains though; more coffee, no doubt.

Dust had worked its way into the edge where the skin met the wood. The dryness meant that it was still jus...

What I remember most was the chain. It was huge. Each link in it, bigger than my skull. It snaked out the back of a massive truck, down passed the end of the street, through the police barricade, across the sand and into the water.

The Belt Parkway ran along the horizon on the other side of the wa...

First off, I have no inside knowledge. There are no intentional spoilers in this post. The idea came to me this morning (7 days before Endgame will be released) and I just thought I’d share…

Until now, when asked what I wanted to see happen in Avengers Endgame, I had a simple answer consisting of...

I am in Chapter 2. Olivia and I had a long talk about the nature of the Wood Between the Worlds. Five and three-quarter year olds have a surprisingly deep understanding of metaphysics.

From Chapter 2:

The faint colors that a sunrise can add to countryside often reveal a beauty unseen by day. As...

Love kills, you know. Forget all that “People don’t kill, guns kill,” crap right now, because it’s love that kills. When you have invested your heart in someone, one of two things can happen: it’ll pay-off, or you’ll go bankrupt. Well, since I’m not bouncing off the walls singing, “I’ve Got To Be Me...

It wasn’t Mabel’s fault. Really, it wasn’t.

For as long as she could remember, her father had been ill. So, of course, her mother, a truly intelligent and resourceful woman, had taken any job she could find. After all, someone needed to take care of Father, Mabel, and little Andrew.

So it really...

— Act 1 – Scene 1 —
At Rise: Valerie is at home taking care of her plants. She waters a few of them with a sprayer humming thoughtlessly. She takes down a hanging potted plant and brings it to a coffee table to prune it.

VALERIE
Look at what happened here. I don’t believe this. Hasn’t Paige been...

To say this has been a pet project “for some time” doesn’t really do it justice. The earliest drafts that I have specifically along these lines are over 10 years old. The oldest piece of it has young Percival waking from a dream and feeling that he has got to find Gawain, who he has only seen around...

This is my retelling of Percival as the Grail winner. I have used references from Gawain and Ragnell, the Lais, Parzival, Excalibur, and The Winter King. This has been a pet project for many years.

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