Reclaimed

by John Grey Firs and hemlocks reclaim this land for forest.  An old rusted train track doesn’t deter them.  The last echo of a whistle died eighty years ago.  Same with the buzzing of the saws.    Logged out, replanted, throw in a few  alders, cedars, many years worth of rain,   and the woods rejuvenate in dampened… Continue reading Reclaimed

Fides Quae Creditur: Chapter Two

Previous chapter Grinning skulls greeted Harrow upon his return from the promontory's edge. Hunter's trophies. He observed the grim, sunfaded relics and smiled at them and laughed. His isolated mirth far-echoing across the high ambit. When he had satisfied himself he turned from the cranial statuary and beheld Hunter standing before his shack, furs girding… Continue reading Fides Quae Creditur: Chapter Two

Fides Quae Creditur: Chapter One

The sun beat down the crumbling, moss-covered stone against which the two men leaned, looking off into a great recess. They stared idly from the outskirts of the docile, decaying hamlet of Kraevn at the misted distance of the declining wilds, and as they did, a chill wind swept in from the south, jostling their… Continue reading Fides Quae Creditur: Chapter One

Pihoqahiak

A loquacious waltz droned phantasmically throughout the spacious foyer of Partridge Manor. Charles Jauther found the music simultaneously entrancing and unnerving. He paused beside the U-shaped double stairway which let up to the second floor landing and loosened his tie, eyes roaming aimlessly over peculiar marble statues and framed monochrome illustrations, and ornate synth-spun tapestries,… Continue reading Pihoqahiak