"Why did you kill her?!" "Because she was hunting what you needed." He opened his palm. There was the pendant. My mouth hung wide, and I gasped, though I eventually led myself to smile. My two teeth shown too. "Pointy," he noticed while removing his hands from her abdomen. They were red like wine. I blushed at his strength. Maybe my thoughts about him had changed. Maybe there w...

The singularity of light opened, and I was shown the blinding clarity of midnight on a full moon. I climbed into it. "This is where they graze," he said, the stigma of a farmer still shrouding himself to me like the moondust we stood in. The light shown around us too. It was like daytime. "Beautiful. I've never been out here like this," I marveled. The dome above was almost clear against...

The fish was bigger than his head. Definitely bigger than me. "And you're sure you can make the order? On time?" I really thought he wasn't even listening to me. "Kikimoko?" "Sure, sure," he assured, rolling his _U_s as if he was drunkenly explaining where he left his seaside beers. His teeth were large. Big enough to not allow him to pronounce that. The blade gliding through the hangi...

The winds had rarely been this warm so early in the year through the Razadel, the narrow valley between the East and West. The weather hardly got to the extent that it held moisture in the air so tightly that densely-clothed Javi travelers, of this route, shed their garments and equipment to their mule. It was odd to see Javi so bare, Gelti thought. But their frequency had become so uncomm...

Because, Scissors are used by hands....

It only happens when I forget that I ever dreamed it. It could possibly be a coincidence of some sort, maybe it is an allusion to a tragic pattern, like my subconscious trying to remind me of something I cannot place, or it could be a cryptic vision, though I suppose I am mistaken to believe I am significant enough to receive that. I am never sure, but it is always fuzzy. Escaping me before I...

Still, Quiet, A splash of hope.

Wait, Nope. The line went slack.

Another worm, Then cast back, There are plenty more fish in the sea....

Just under my heavy, loose hooded capelet, I held my dagger, the blade side facing the ground. It would be obscured, though it could be quick. He was right next to me. "You haven't seen Nilganta, have you?" he asked, adjusting his stiff helmet. "Last sunset, sir. They were gathering ale for—how did they phrase it? 'Like a Javi occupation except for only cards and no women.'" I chuckled. ...

"Oh dear Gloria, _my love, my dear, my _reliable mule, my everything, I would never desicrate our faith, our long lived, fiery passion for each other," the Duke of Harvington pleads, played by a rather drama-inclined red head, "Oh, Gloria!" She reacts to the confession by glancing at the audience which seemed larger to her than it actually was. She swallowed. "My sweet, sweet Gloria of...

Under, over, through, and above. Then back again, Under, over, through

Follow each pattern

In and out and back inside, Again, again, again, again Even as the thread tightens

The seam mends

So does it loosen and sag For there is an end point, Back at the beginning

But I was pricked

Stung by the point of precision, A risk with each compounding value of repetition And this is how bleeding lead...