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Tradition"I'm not going to do it."Tradition
"We all do, sooner or later."
"Not me. I'm not doing it."
The sofa crouched between them, its disarray hinting at a familial embarrassment that neither mother nor daughter wanted to acknowledge. Sunlight clawed through cracks in the blinds, competing with a single mock-vintage floor lamp to light the parlor in pinks and golds. Mother's fingers curled around her elbows and twitched there, the only things aside from the slow up and down of her chest that moved while she stared her child down.
Daughter herself, a mess of blue and green and viole


In the Beginning...In the beginning, there was the Goddess. She was beautiful, she was perfect, and she was lonely.In the Beginning...
In the beginning, there was darkness. The Goddess dwelt in darkness, bathed in silence, and she mused.
In the beginning, there was coldness. The Goddess felt the coldness, and a fire leaped to life inside her.
On the first day, the Goddess breathed the fire from her belly. It whirled through the darkness, and the sight of it filled her with joy.
On the second day, the Goddess felt the cold turn to earth beneath her feet. And she danced across the new land and was filled with joy.
On


The Wicked"Come here."The Wicked
She beckons to him from a shadowed booth in the club, one spidery hand pulling back the curtains just enough to expose one shoulder and a hint of breast. Her skin is mottled green and blue by the strobing lights, and of her face, only her smile shows. She does not smile with her teeth, though the detail is lost on him.
He has been drinking, and heavily, since the club opened at nine. They had stopped serving him a few minutes earlier, despite the threats and currency he threw at the bartender. He stares now at the light-painted arm before him, traces its curve to the bare shoulder, and hobbles over. &nb


WeightAmanda contemplated the weight of the knife in her hand as her feet carried her from kitchen to parlor. Linoleum gave way to hardwood punctuated by industrial floor mats, and she lingered next to an army-issue cot that stood against a crate turned end table. The cot itself served as a sofa or a bed, depending on her mood. She brushed a long white feather from its canvas covering, frowning, and tapped the blunt edge of the blade against her thigh.Weight
Her ears ached. Forgetting the knife, she scratched her left earlobe and accidentally sliced off a lock of her hair. It fluttered to the ground, dragging past her shoulder in the p


Day JobThe veil between that and this is thinnest on Samhain. The things that seethe and crawl and cry can prod and gnaw until they find a way through, and sometimes there are those on this side that help them along. I cannot say I know their motives, but I know that these things must be stopped before they do irreparable damage to that which is and that which could be.Day Job
It has been many years since I have had a Halloween to myself. There are always over-eager Satanists to squash, cultists to scatter, eco-feminists to talk down. Not to mention the things that manage to get through. I've been hunting them for longer than I care to admit,


MelodyWhen the devil calls your name, my dear Remember me and send him my regards When your life grows short and your eyes go dim And you see his face, be kind to himMelody
When the devil takes your hand, my dear Be courteous and walk with him When the flames and needles lick your skin And he welcomes you, be not afraid
If you plead the devil's mercy, dear Please know that he will shake his head When fear surrounds and hatred sighs And he takes you down, think long on me
When the devil comes to take your soul Remember that you made a choice For fleeti


Accidental Performance Art:A Piece in Two ActsAccidental Performance Art:
I. Dusk gathers under the eaves of the shops that line University Avenue. Foot traffic trickles, then swells as college students head to the theatre to line up for tonight's "indie" show. I spare them a glance before I enter the café.
It smells of dust and day-old coffee. I take stock of the other patrons, two middle-aged women in washed-out pastel. One greets me warmly, asks my name. The other, I recognize, is her subordinate, and she does not speak to me.
"I'm Raven," I tell them, smiling. "You know, like the bird."
As they murmur their praises for my
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"In a world of darkness, warm up your heart and light up the world, and as you do shine apon others as well."
~Nikki Swan~
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You can't spell SLAUGHTER without a hint of LAUGHTER.
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So be brave when all else fails to succeed.
When the lights go out and the battle is not done,
Take a deep breath, be strong, and take heed,
For a brave hero lies in everyone.
- Coll (Quest for Arinor)
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Hello world! I love you.
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