[Thief of Legend] Part 1e – Leftovers


a blovel

regarding the peculiar past of a young man — outwardly a temperamental thief and inwardly a closet romanticist — who inadvertently lives a life in love with the idea of love

[ "I see hardly a difference between feeling dead and actually being dead, except that one is far more permanent. If you already feel dead, why not take a risk and try to feel alive?" ]

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Posted: November 25th, 2011
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[Thief of Legend] Part 1d – Leftovers


a blovel

regarding the peculiar past of a young man — outwardly a temperamental thief and inwardly a closet romanticist — who inadvertently lives a life in love with the idea of love

[ From Tyr, I learnt the existence of entire worlds. ]

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Posted: November 25th, 2011
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[Thief of Legend] Part 1c – Leftovers


a blovel

regarding the peculiar past of a young man — outwardly a temperamental thief and inwardly a closet romanticist — who inadvertently lives a life in love with the idea of love

[ The strange outsider had my grudging gratitude and a sliver of my respect — not that I would tell him any time soon for fear of inflating an ego that was probably already unhealthily large. But although he had my thanks, he did not yet have my trust. ]

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Posted: November 25th, 2011
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[Thief of Legend] Part 1b – Leftovers


a blovel

regarding the peculiar past of a young man — outwardly a temperamental thief and inwardly a closet romanticist — who inadvertently lives a life in love with the idea of love

 [ I had never seen an outsider in my fifty or so years, and his willingness to continue crouching unguarded in such close proximity to a conscious drow also meant that he was probably the stupidest person I had ever met in those same fifty or so years. ]

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Posted: November 25th, 2011
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[Thief of Legend] Part 1a – Leftovers


a blovel

regarding the peculiar past of a young man — outwardly a temperamental thief and inwardly a closet romanticist — who inadvertently lives a life in love with the idea of love

[ Someone once told me — long after I had taken another identity — that a name was a very important concept. ]

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Posted: November 25th, 2011
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[Short Story] Please Stand Behind the Yellow Line


a short story
about the modern day psychopomp

[ Caution || Abandoned || Subway ]

“Whoops… there goes another one,” my companion remarks dryly, lazily pointing downward.

I glance away from the crossword puzzle I am currently solving to observe the crumpled body lying prone in front of a dented automobile.  The driver of the vehicle climbs out shakily, pale and panicked judging by the pallor of his face and the telltale tremor of his legs.  Not that I blame him, since he just killed someone.  ”Why are you telling me, Mister Thanatos Sir? It’s your turn,” I say, resuming my previous activity.  I neatly write in the word ‘ROADKILL’ for 15 Across. Read more »

Posted: November 24th, 2011
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[Short Story] Au Revoir, Mademoiselle!


a short story
about a strange conversation and an even stranger coup d’état 

[ Deliverance || Demolished || Throne Room ]

“Do you know why I am here, mademoiselle?”

As far as conversation starters go, this one was deceptively benign.  It would have been a perfectly innocuous question if it weren’t for the fact that the inquirer was holding a gun to the other’s head.

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[Short Story] Empty Tanks

a short story
about a lonely dying man who thinks about a time when he felt alive

[ Madness || Intergalactic || Gas Station ]

A man stood alone on the barren landscape, his only company a metallic structural anomaly on the asteroid’s surface. He drummed his fingers on the fuel dispenser’s handle, sighing deeply. Read more »