Wind whistled through the snow-capped peaks of Arcden, whipping the travelers cape about him. The White Cathedral looked close—close enough to hit with a stone’s throw. But the traveler knew that appearances were deceiving and it would probably take another three hours at least to reach the sacred building. If he could make The Ascent, that is.

Gabon took a deep breath, hoping it would calm his ...

A frightened rabbit darts away at the sound of his footsteps, a snake slithers across his path in pursuit of the rodent, but undeterred the old man plods his way across the overgrown meadow. His brow is furrowed in thought and determination, his limbs are aching from the relentless pursuit. What is he pursuing? I wonder as I watch his stiff but sure gate. I follow from a distance, not wanting to d...

“Turn with me to chapter three

Of the holy book second Timothy”

The flip of pages

Taps of fingers on phones

I wonder what is cooking for lunch at home

“Don’t be a lover of money, but of God”

“Amen” I say, but I’m starting to nod

I try to listen as the preacher says more

But the person behind me is starting to snore

The snoring stops, I’m assuming that Reese

Has woken his brother—for now at least...

A car rumbles past me, just inches away from my face. But all I can do is lie here, suffering until some merciful angel carries my soul to God knows where. I know that humans have two places they could go, but I don’t know where cats go when they die. Especially cats who have lived such a life as I.

In my final fleeting moments my mind drifts back to my kittenhood and my first taste of how harsh...

It has been a long time since I was her. I stare at what had once been a beautiful, healthy body. My ghostly fingers trace the mouldering flesh wistfully. Oh, to be alive again, to feel the wind caressing my face again, to feel the joys and the pains of love, and to feel connected with my surroundings instead of merely haunting them, detatched and meaningless. Oh death, where is your satisfaction?...

“Hey man, it’s not every day you get to officiate your best friend’s wedding,” Dad clapped me on the back. Hopefully he couldn’t see how I was trembling inside.

“I know,” I gulped, shoving my sweaty hands down into my pockets.

“Well it sure is a perfect day to do what you were ordained for,” dad laughed, “for once the humidity ain’t so bad.”

It was a beautiful day indeed, I thought regretfull...

“Samuel?”

I jerked my head up to stare back into her big brown eyes. They held question marks. My fingertips stilled their nervous drumming on he tabletop and I curled them tightly around the coffee cup in front of me.

“What’s wrong?”

“Uh,” I gulped, “Well, I wanted to meet up here because I need to tell you something.”

“Obviously…” she cocked her head and gave a little grin, half confused a...