09 Monday Jun 2014
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city, escape, fantasy, fiction, hermit, Moon, punk, read, run, serial, steam, steam-punk, story, tarot, weekly
Last Week’s SS: The First Fight
Outside of the house was nearly pitch black, with only the waning moon overhead lighting the night. The new moon would beginning tomorrow. It’d be a new beginning for me, as well. If I lived that long. Tears streamed down my face as I ran from the house. Just outside I saw dead soldiers. Continue reading
02 Monday Jun 2014
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destiny, die, fantasy, fight, future, guard, guards, heirophant, lion, novel, read, robot, run, serial, steam-punk, story, tarot, weekly
Last Week’s SS – Intruders
Indecision overwhelmed my senses, and I could do nothing more then sneak another look into the room. The man across from Victoria had his back to her and the guards. He was inspecting our mantel. Without turning, he spoke. His voice was deep, but he spoke with a smooth, even tone.
“Did you find the girl?” he asked.
“She wasn’t in her room,” one of his men replied.
“Where is she?” he asked.
“I don’t know, sir.”
“I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to the Hierophant, if that is your real card. Where is the child?”
“I don’t know about any child,” she said. Continue reading
26 Monday May 2014
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fiction, fight, intruder, intruders, lion, mechanical, periodical, robot, run, serial, steam-punk, story, sunday, tarot, weekly
Last SS – Rebellion
The bed groaned in protest as my lion twitched in his sleep. I had abandoned the notion that robots couldn’t dream many years ago. What he dreamed of, I didn’t know. Perhaps he chased robot bunnies. I’ve heard that dogs dream of real ones. Though, I’ve never seen a dog outside of books, let alone seen one sleep.
My lion’s steam powered body was warm against my skin. Not enough to burn, his golden casing didn’t conduct the heat efficiently. Still, on chilly nights, like this one, I would call him onto the bed.
Suddenly he jumped up, stared at the door, and issued a low, mechanical growl. His eyes glowed red. Continue reading
Angela Cavanaugh 