[STORY] The Last Game

It was like waking up a moment before your alarm; that relaxing, easy moment when your eyes flutter, and your mind and body are in a perfect state of rest and consciousness. But the scene to meet her eyes was not the fuzz curls of four warm blankets, the wincing jab of the seat buckle, or the fingers of frost digging at her through the windshield. It was nothing, and not middle of the night, no lights on kind of nothing. No far off car alarms, no dotted street lamps in the distance, not even a hint of the bone-cold blizzard outside what should have been her tinted windows. Just nothing.

“Well, there you are.” Continue reading

[STORY] Simon

Gremlin by kokabeel

Gremlin by kokabeel on deviantArt

When little Simon closed his eyes, it was not the world that went dark. All the things he put far, far away would come out of hiding at night, as he lay his head to dream. All his fears manifest, he would whimper through the night, to the worry of his loving mother, crooning over his sweating, shivering bones.

“Dear me, we must find a way to put those bad things farther away, my little love.” Continue reading

Heat Wave



The bombardment of senses was like the ecstasy of dance. A euphoric swirl, though not as mellow as on the lacquered floor. Your bow takes you all the way, down to the roadside. I curtsey to scoop you up, and we dance; feet bare, splitting, and smashing in rhythm against the dirt and other fallen coryphee couples. But no one can dance all their troubles away, and no one can outrun fate.

The screams caught up with us first; short-cut wails of ravers far behind, those in last place. Then came the tinged odor and tingling tongue of singed flesh and swan lake frailties. Charred, framed remains never reached our eyes; a stroke of luck, I suppose. It was the heat wave which overwhelmed our senses, melted our frantic dance of life.



Future Plans: Too tired to do any serious blogging tonight

Hi all! Well, there’s no fancy pictures or fun brain teasers tonight. I’m extremely tired from lack of sleep and a harsh but reviving workout this morning. I do have some posting plans that I hope to get rolling on tomorrow and over the weekend, so here are some posting spoilers to get you through the night (in no particular order):

This totally almost happened this evening. ...Also oops! You DO get a clever picture of cute! I LIED!!!

This totally almost happened this evening.
…Also oops! You DO get a clever picture of cute! I LIED!!!

  • Abusive Mother Take 3!: Yeah! I bet you thought I had forgotten about updates to the Crazy Mom stories, huh? Well….. yes, I did forget a bit. A new follower of mine reminded me yesterday that I left you all hanging! So there is a new installment coming soon. And trust me, it’s a doozy.
  • Bob Jones University – Jesus Christ! (and that is not a pun): Per Cracked, one of my favorite sites on the interwebz, comes a story of utter stupid. A man, over 21, going to a Christian university called Bob Jones, is expelled for watching one episode of the TV series GLEE… during spring break…. while off-campus…. yeah. And the first picture you see of the founder on the ‘About’ page? Yeah, that guy looks SOOOOOO welcoming and Christ-like. Uh huh. You all know I’m okay with people having whatever belief they want, but this just… wow.
  • The Results are in!: I WILL be doing a post on the results of some of my polls, in particular the Hypothetical poll from the other morning.

I’m sure I’ll think of more after I cover these. If none of these are to your liking, don’t forget! I do have a suggestion box! Use the “Make Me Your Pawn” link, the middle link at the top of the homepage. Think of something you want me to tackle? A topic for a rant? A poem? A short story? Go for it! Shoot me a message! I’m always ready! 🙂

To my lovely followers: What do you want to see from me?


The past month has been poems, poems, poems. The month before that was a lot of prose, short stories, novel updates, and a little bit of poetry laced in for flavor. With such a successful month behind me, I’d like to get more interactive and involved with you, my lovely followers and would-be followers! I want to know what you want from me, what you expect as a reader when you see my username come up in your reader queue.

So, below is a lovely little form (yes, I know, another one; I’m kind of getting obsessed a little) where I’d like to you to pester me. What content from me do you enjoy the most? What is your favorite post from me? Why do you think it was your favorite? What aspect of my work really catches your eye when you see my posts in your reader queue? Would you rather this blog be poetry focused? Do you enjoy my rants and raves on religion, society, and the like? Tell me what you don’t like to see. Give me ideas for new content that you’ve never seen from me before but would be interested in from me. What can I do for you to enjoy your visits to me site.

Let it all out! I want your honest opinion. And… GO!

Thank you to all my followers. I really want to become more dynamic with you all, and I hope this is a good first step. Thank you all for your support and interest in my work. Cheers!



Edit Time! and The Masquerade Crew

I’ve got an editing opportunity! And it’s my own work!

Most of your probably don’t remember the post about my little story, A year too far… which nobody got to read because the contest became a scrap project which then became an anthology. Well, I received an email from the moderator of the anthology, who has informed me that my story will be going in! He also sent my suggested changes from the editor, so I’m off to edit this bad boy up!

Here’s the prompt we were given to work from:

teim_clockIn the spirit of H.G. Well’s “The Time Machine,” one character or a group of characters travel many years into the future. What do they find there? Are they able to come back home, or are they trapped? What has become of mankind? Is life better or worse? What’s the political climate? The real climate? (IOW mother nature) The choices are up to you.

The lovely people at the book review blog The Masquerade Crew set this up originally as a short story contest, but one thing led to another and it just slipped into a different format. Now the editing suggestions have begun to pour out to those who contributed stories and got through the first cut. I have a lot of work to do with this. I wrote it as a speed-write of sorts, although it took a few days to finish. I was determined to get it done for the original contest time frame. Then I found out I was the only one who had submitted at that point. Ah well! It all worked out! Edit time!

Recycling the old: A new story

In the days of booming industry, at the conception of the idea that man could fly, a boy looked beyond the overcast of London and saw honeycomb.  He stared with a slack jaw, the news leaflets in his hand one moment, scattering down the cobblestones the next, falling under-foot of the passers by.  It was faint, yet as he tilted his head to the right, then left, the subtle pattern remained etched in the musty blue sky.  Years could have gone by then, the boy was so transfixed to this celestial window, but a blow behind the head from a stern regular on his tea break brought the boy back down to the bustling street and his job.  He was the cornerstone of news access for many, and so he could not be so completely distracted.  This did not keep his mind from wandering, however, and by the time he went his way home his thoughts churned with images of other-worldly bee creatures with swords and muskets, preparing their diving attack on the unsuspecting Englishmen below.

Despite all these illustrations of eminent war swirling about his head, it took the boy almost twice his usual time to walk home, for he kept his face ever held skyward in the hope a new break in the clouds would bring another glimpse of the honeycomb magic.


True story.  Not exactly, but sort of.  You see, one day while I was cloud-watching (yes people still do that), I could swear I saw a honeycomb pattern in the blue of the sky.  Probably just something with my eyes, which is no surprise at all since I’ve had glasses/contacts since I was 6, but that’s beside the point.  A new doorway to my imagination was opened, and I was off.  I thought what it could be, why it would be there, and I got a little short story in my head for it.  But I never really got it down on paper, just a couple sentences, and it was left behind.  For some reason last night, when work was getting quiet, it popped back in my head, and I realized why I had left it.  It had become a simple feel-good death story, and I hate those kind of stories.  There is no purpose but to give the dead a happy ending, and that was all the story was going to be.  So I’m revamping it like crazy, and this is the start.  I’m hoping to continue with this, although at the moment it is still a side-project.  I will have some new Apocalypse/Anubis updates soon, although I don’t know if it will be an extension of the chapter I gave you all to start with or if it will be a new chapter all together.  I jump a LOT with my novels, which makes progress slower I’m sure, but I can’t help it.  Anyway, short post is short, have to get to work and all that good stuff.  Take a read, thoughts and critique are always appreciated.  Thanks for your support, everyone! Cheers!

~S. Virginia

Inching out on the limb…OF THE APOCALYPSE!

Okay, so on my first note, so I don’t forget to say, I will not be releasing my short story to you all just yet.  Not even a sneak peek.  Sorry guys!  But the risk of judges accidentally finding my blog and reading it is too great in the wide world of webspace.  SO! Instead I will be posting a really long section for String Warping for Homosexuals, which will not hold to the usual flash fiction style.  You’ll actually get a look at Luke and Rog for more than 200 word-seconds! YAY!

And now to the title of this blog, which I’m sure you all are spitting at me for, either because you think it’s going to happen and your paranoid/terrified or you don’t think it’s going to happen but you think I do and you are mad that I could be so gullible as to believe it.  As for that, no I don’t think it’s going to happen, but the lolz will ensue heartily, let me tell you.  No, but I can have some fun with the concept, can’t I?  I’ve been wondering what my next small project would be, since my time travel work is finished (for now).  As a result, I come to you with a proposition.

I’m going to start a project: Apocalypse Today!…and Tomorrow!  (working title; I know it’s weird, it’s off the cuff lol)  This is going to be just as the title suggests.  I am going to write a story, mostly like flash fiction style, every day.  Each story will be a reflection of the last day, December 20th, 2012.  It may be some people partying til they puke, or people huddled in a basement in terror. (SPOILERS!)  Every day will be new characters, new stories, and tons of fun.  Sometimes I may have a longer story going at the same time, possibly as a weekend special, but only from time to time.  It will be a fun exercise and will keep me writing and you reading! 😀

In fact, I’d even like to make this a challenge for all you writers out there following.  Let’s make this a big project, maybe even compile a collection of our best pieces for publication.  Share the Apocalypse Today!.. and Tomorrow! idea on your own blogs, share on Twitter and whatnot.  It doesn’t have to be once a day, although I’m going to attempt holding to that.  It could be one short story a week, or even poems instead of stories.  I may take that up myself.  Point being, this can be a great writing exercise for the masses and I think it could really kick off!  Now I’m not on a story yet.  I may wait a couple days to see who else may be interested.  But rest assured this project will happen.  For all I know I’ll have a brain ‘splody and write a story for you tonight!  This will also be a new Category (to your right), so you can see what my progress is doing.  Each story will be numbered and titled.

So get ready for some wacky stories and prep yourselves to write some too!  Let me know what you think of this idea or other stipulations I could include.  If you have an idea for an pre-apocalypse story but don’t really want to write it, tell me details and I’ll write it for you! (with credit to you, of course)  I’m really pumped to try this out and see what interest we can get on this.  Be comment crazy!  I want to know what you think!  And cheers everyone!


~S. Virginia Gray