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
Last Week’s WW: Story Vs Storytelling
I’ve mentioned before that when I was in high school, I used to carry around a journal and write my stories in it in between classes. I suppose I was anti-social. Still am. Sometimes, when I got home from school, my mom would ask me if I had gotten any phone numbers. The answer was usually no. But hey, change schools 11 times, and making friends either gets really easy or really hard. For me, it was the latter.
But little did I know, those journals were the start of something. Something other than my cubital tunnel. Continue reading
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
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
With my shiny new friend at my side, the days got better. We became inseparable. He slept in my bed, woke with me, accompanied to do my chores, and sat with me during lessons. He fought at my side, or mock against me, for combat training.
The years flew by like hands on a clock. Each tick a day. My loneliness had been curved, so I set my mind to other ideas. I wondered what the future would hold for me.
“Some day you’ll have to face the Emperor,” Victoria would tell me. Continue reading
Last Week’s SS: Lonely No More
“Do you like him?” Victoria asked.
I turned to the doorway and saw her standing there. I hadn’t heard her come in. I’d later learn from that momentary lack of vigilance. But in that moment, I was too elated to have my new lion friend. I smiled wide, then ran to her, wrapped my arms tight around, and hugged. She gave me a gentle pat on the head. Continue reading
After my attempt to jump off the cliff, we went inside, she put me to bed, and not a word further was exchanged between us. I fell asleep fast as she went to make arrangements. Morning came. I parted my eyes and saw the fuzzy glow of the golden sun coming through my window. Victoria had let me sleep in. It was the first time that I could remember getting up after the sun. A small smile came to my face. Perhaps things really would be different.
My smile turned to a grimace of fear as I opened my eyes further. I was wrong about the golden haze. It wasn’t the sun. It was a lion, and he was staring me directly in the face. Continue reading
I remember little of my beginnings. I suppose no one ever really does. My first memories aren’t of a loving motherly smile. Victoria tried her best, but she was a teacher first and a protective guardian. Mothering didn’t come easy to her. In fact, most anything traditional challenged her. Being an inverted hierophant, anti-establishment was her nature. She was a terrific actress when it mattered. But living with her every day of my life, I felt something missing. Continue reading
My parent may have been on the run, but they still needed to work. With all of their money spent on the hospital trip, they were back to peddling. They set up shop at the opposite end of town, and wore disguises to reduce the risk that anyone who knew them would see. If anyone were to locate my parents, it would take a great deal of motivation and money. Victoria had both.