The Festival. Day three. In the end.

Nothing like a bit of fun at the festival before we re-introduce our antagonist, right? The Festival. Day three. In the end. The zipper on the tent doorway flapped wildly in the early morning breeze as Charis crawled into the door of her tent. Nick was already cooking bacon on a disposable barbeque outside their…

The Festival. Day three. Inhale the dawn.

If you’ve left a goal to sit for some time without working on it, the best course of action is simply to pick it back up and run with it again, no questions or waiting for the right time, or you will never do it. On that note, I’d better start with day three of…

The Festival. Night two. Theory of chaos.

When we don’t understand or believe something, we tend to form theories in our minds, ways to explain things that allow us to cope, or in the very least allow us to escape into fantasy. The problem for Charis is, how do you deal with those fantasies when they prove to be real? (If you…

In you.

As the full moon returned this month, strangely, so did Jenny, although to tell you the truth, I wasn’t expecting to see her again. In you. JR Manawa. From the window to the mirror, Jenny’s eyes flickered. The window, the mirror. The moon, the madness. She’d woken that morning with a chest covered in scratch…

Were

This is one for the full moon child, for the wolf in all of us that wants to run beneath the stars and howl at the moon. Were. JR Manawa. “Look at her watching. Can you feel it?” Jenny asked. “Who?” Brian grunted, not bothering to look up from the television. “The moon. She is…