My journal of big words and pretty pictures
More of Andrew’s story… Unlike her first meeting with Madam Weronika, this time Nori met the self-professed psychic at a local coffee shop. Neutral ground after their last session at Nori’s sister’s kitchen. “Call me Roni,” she said, standing up to shake Nori’s hand. Settling in with her cup, and bag of teenage mementos Weronika asked … Continue reading Mind games
Four Horsemen Newsletter Vol. 52, Issue. 11 No Parking Signs: Parking for the Apocalypse is only permitted between the hours of 6 a.m. and 9 p.m. Violators will be towed at vehicle owner’s expense. Impounded property will be auctioned off if pending fines are not settled within 10, regular business days. Weather Center: NOAA forecasts … Continue reading Kingdom Come
Norma Feherty didn’t believe that anyone was truly clairvoyant. People could be extremely intuitive, or observant. They could be experts at misdirection or mental sleight of hand, but no one had vatic visions. That was, she didn’t believe until she met Madam Weronika Nagy. She wasn’t one of those trailer psyches who asked open-ended questions. … Continue reading A square inside a circle
The instruction email came only a few minutes after scheduling our home-visit appointment. We were told to not change any light bulbs in any of the suspected lamps - even if they burnt out prior to the actually reading - to not move or dust the shades, and to not unplug or turn off any lamps … Continue reading The lights are on, but no one’s home
The brilliant wash of sunlight was deceptive. Hidden amidst the plush greenery and warm morning glow was the entrance to a subterranean bunker. The padlocked gate, and the rusted and vine-covered, chain-linked fence surrounding the lot, were proof the property was long abandoned. From the front of the lot, where the fence ran parallel to … Continue reading Conservatory conspiracy
Sirens blared, sending reverberations down every tunnel, rattling doors, and threatening to shatter windows. Two shorts blasts and a single sustained squeal meant someone had gone Topside. Troops flooded the alleys in an effort to quell public panic. They were only adding to the confusion. Kennedy and Bradley sat on the worn couch in their … Continue reading Topside
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