Ebonstorm

THE CREATOR He'd been dead two years now. I can still remember him from that Christmas two years ago, sitting in his checkered cardigan with his furrowed brow focused on a car from his underground diorama. He hand painted every part of his tiny town; each part of it resembling our city of Hamburg, its mixture of buildings, trees, and rooftops. I loved to go into the basement with him, down the rickety stairs, each creaking with a signature sound, his weight distributed carefully so each bore his weight gracefully. Even at his age, he refused to use a cane and only lightly did he lean on the railing. Halfway down he would reach up and find

Though he certainly did not know it at the time, the famed Heisenberg had never considered anything bigger than an electron to be subject to his famous principle. He certainly did not know it could be applied to the common house cat. While you, as the owners of cats, or as the subjects of being owned by cats, might think when your feline lies sleeping, it is in the house with you. Nothing could be further from the truth. You see, you are not touching that cat. If you did, you would know it is only there as long as you are touching it. And maybe as long as you are thinking about it. But as soon as you turn away and leave the room, the cat no

Chapter 8 - Sun in My Eye Paul dressed. "Come on. She is going to the Eye." There was no fear. No trepidation. Purpose. For the first time since this started he was certain of something. Sunrise was coming; they didn't have much time. Maya stopped long enough to pick up her knife and move with Paul toward the door. "We have to stop her." "We will." Running down the street, they followed the screams. Talshen moved with a terrible speed. Every tourist she passed, they exploded into agonizing sores. Their very flesh rippled tearing itself from their skeletons, poor sods screaming themselves to death. It was quick, mere seconds. Then they r

I woke up excited for the first time in fifty years. It was the end of the world. This time we were certain of it. Scientists confirmed it. I saw it on the news. I got up and put on a nice shirt I stole yesterday. First time I shoplifted since I was a kid. It was a riot going on that day, too. People have quieted down since the countdown clock has been running everywhere that still has power. People started setting their watches to the recordings that will interrupt radio broadcasts. Where you can still get radio, that is. My clock was set and reset until scientists had calculated it down to the last second. The end of the world will be e

ALL OR NOTHING Odyssey II - Chapter 7 Paul's scream is soundless, without vibration, boundless without borders. Heard by no one, reverberating through the psychic realm, a cascade of destruction. Both sisters battling within his very blood, phages using his cells as a playground and a battlefield tearing apart his very flesh. "He has spirit after all. Welcome to our realm, Paul You will never leave this place." Tal'Shen voice is cold, diffident, indifferent. "He only does what he must to survive Tal'Shen, you would mock him for that." "His will means nothing, Maya. Our Mother must be served. The only question is how." Maya binds more of

"Wake up, my unwilling home." Paul stirs feeling more clear-headed than he did earlier. He sees Maya staring out the window, absentmindedly twirling a short dagger. "Don't speak, just think and I will hear you." "What are you? Who are you." "You may call us Tal'Shen, but that is much less important than you being alive an hour from now. She means to kill you. She has to wait until I have reached a certain level of growth to be sure I cannot escape again. In a hour, you and I will be gone from here, or you will be dead." "What do you expect me to do? Do I look like James Bond?" "Paul, we have not been completely forthright." "Really? I ha