Skeletonkey's BlogYou are, you always have been the good little soldier. The son who learned the fastest how to load and shoot a shotgun, who learned first how to strip a credit card of its identity and assume it for one’s own. You are the son who understood first what makes a spirit restless, what makes [...]
“William, you get back here right this second! Now is not the time to go gallivanting around delivering harebrained vengeance!” Ginny has just enough brain space left to marvel at the way her mother can turn a phrase, even in the midst of a crisis, before the turmoil around her is once again subdued. She [...]
The moon hangs low over the horizon, a bright white sphere blazing against the muted, fiery colors of the sky. The blood has seeped from the sky back into the ground, rendering it heavy with guilt and color, the dry dirt matted with grass and branches, ashes and skin. There is fear in the still [...]
It is a bright sunny day. Spring is fading into summer and the air has that crackling heated feel. The day is going to be too hot, the air thicker than one would expect in May. School is still in session but if you can manage to get off the island before it starts, there [...]
Once there was a boy who lived on an island off the coast of New York. It was a small island, housing mainly a large scientific research facility funded by the United Nations and a military base. This boy grew up there with his parents and his younger sister. He went to the small island [...]
In the room where Caesar died, there is blood pooling on the floor. It is oppressive and wet and the Senators make bright red footprints on the ground as they try and fail to step warily around it. They paint their hands red but the blood on their shoes is where their guilt truly lies. [...]
“So all of those times I thought I was saving Camelot and winning honor for the realm…I was really getting myself knocked out so that you could do it?” Arthur couldn’t seem to keep the bitter disappointment out of his voice. He flung his sword to the corner of the room and let the pieces [...]
Footsteps sounded on the pavement. She could hear, in the pressing darkness, the sound of bare feet lightly scratching the asphalt. The air was heavy with the impending storm, settling around her with aching wetness and potential energy. The sound of the footsteps changed to the mere indentation in the quiet, produced by walking on [...]
I have a friend from Northern Ireland. I once asked her, in the course of a conversation about the violence of the region, what her religion was. “I’m an atheist,” she said. “But politically, I’m Catholic.” Those of us with ambiguous heritage, or with a belief in nothing but the irrelevance of religion, or perhaps [...]
Literata Borealis: 1. We turn the pages. The sheaves of paper are like snowflakes, unique and individual and floating past our fingertips, hovering just beyond our line of sight, shifting slowly to the ground in our peripheral vision, the black lines (they form words that link together with invisible lines of comprehension, taut and tight [...]
