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Beware the Night
Of all the unlikely places to go, the old forgotten pumpkin patch that bordered the woods by her home was one of Madeline’s favorites. Overgrown and neglected in most places, the little girl especially loved it during the fall when the sky stayed permanently overcast, and the weather was cool to the touch morning, noon, and night. It was the time of year when Madeline felt the most alive.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Futurism
Beware the Night
Rose was minding her own business, which was to say she was being the responsible one. She was actually minding the business of the Hodge Podge because someone had to from time to time since they were still missing their third. Rose found her reading interrupted though when something viciously blue and bubbling was shoved under her nose by a very enthusiastic fire witch.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Futurism
Katori and the Star People
This was the plot outline I did for the series Katori and the Star People, a six issue mini series Issue One Katori, a 25-year-old paralegal, returns to her home town on a New Mexico reservation. Her grandmother, who has always tried to get her to be more in touch with her native heritage, which Katori has generally rejected throughout her life. Katori has been having strange dreams and finds out that so has her Grandmother, who explains that the dreams come from the old gods, the Kachina, who had come to the earth long ago and met with their ancestors. Gran believes that they are trying to contact them and uses some kind of ancient magical technology to conjure visions of the first time their ancestors met the Kachina. That night, Katori tries to sleep but dreams of the Kachina in their ship, designed in Aztec and Mayan style designs. They are fleeing from something, while they try and send a message, the dreams, to Katori and the others. The signal is hacked by that which is chasing the Kachina, the Enochs, a winged race of golden-skinned humanoids with black pits for eyes. They instead send something to attack Katori in her dreams, a giant lion-man creature calling itself Buer. The creature attacks Katori who tries to run and flee but finds her dream world being turned against her. Before Buer can pounce on her, a net suddenly forms in front of it, restraining it. We find that the net is the design of a Dream Catcher and that Gran is holding one over the sleeping Katori in the real world, Channeling her energy into the catcher to slow down the Buer while calling upon the Kachina to help them. The Kachina in their vessel lock onto Gran’s transmission and use it to send one of their own, Patlotl, through Gran and into Katori’s dreams where he fights and defeats the Buer. Patlotl makes sure Katori is safe and then tells them they are coming. Katori wakes up suddenly and breathing heavily. She looks over and sees Gran has collapsed on the floor next to her bed, the dream catcher laying beside her. Katori rushes to her and tries to help her.
By A.C. Hampshire6 years ago in Futurism
Beware the Night
Christine scanned the bar patrons, looking out among those who leveled their own inebriated gazes back at her in challenge, or dropped their eyes completely, not wanting to get dragged into another’s problem. Not seeing any real takers, the witch’s questing gaze landed upon a short guy leaning up against bar. He was grinning cheekily back at her, like he knew just how much trouble Christine was in.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Futurism
Beware the Night
There was a monster in the garden. Tabitha had always been warned by her parent’s staff not to wander about at night by herself. It was something that turned out to be very hard for her not to do though. In her mind, there were just so many fascinating things to look at in the dark.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Futurism
Beware the Night
A nowhere can be a somewhere. It’s all about perspective. The Hodge Podge was a legend, a myth, a story, a secret, a riddle, the beginning of a song you only half remembered when you were drunk, and a bit of a conundrum that everyone who was anyone knew about. Stumbling over a bit of arcane knowledge or ancient lore with a dash of hope and a smidge of belief did wonders too.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Futurism
Beware the Night
Prologue: Earth It all happened so fast. After being gone for the better part of a millennia, the Fae came back to the human world, the plane of Earth over ten years ago. We didn’t invite the creepy little bastards back. They just kind of showed up, like disowned thrice-removed relatives to humanity’s family reunion BBQ. Unwanted yet larger than life, they came in droves to spike the punch with moonshine wishes, dazzle us humans with glamorous lies, and eat the kiddies before we noticed what the hell was going on.
By Sebella Sigel6 years ago in Futurism
Omens For Divine Discretion
The moon shined brightly on the riverbed, as a man lie near the edge, staring at the sky. The air, palpable and stagnant, like the waters of the river itself. In a nearby tree, an owl, white as fresh snowfall, atop the highest branch. The owl scouted the area, then took flight. As it perched upon an uprooted stump, the man rose to his feet.
By Robert Wilson6 years ago in Futurism
The Wandering Wizard
Good afternoon... For a Monday, anyway... My name is Shadow DarkFyre... Yes, that is my real name, though not my full real name... And yes, I am a practicing wizard, among other things: of 14 years, no less... And I am as the title suggests: the Wandering Wizard...
By Shadow DarkFyre6 years ago in Futurism
One Final Stroll
Lila's eyes flicker open. A haze has set over her that was different than the normal morning plague. Sweat drips down her forehead to her lips enlightening her to the salty taste. Where am I? Her head darts from left to right. Up and down and every which way in between. The room she found herself in was small and stained with blood on the cobblestone walls. Her petite body lay outstretched on a simple bed with no blanket. A singular door exists to her right, along with a lone candle to illuminate the room. Her body was weak, and she struggled to sit up even in the slightest of manners.
By Jauren Riloski6 years ago in Futurism
