When I was an adolescent my sources of income were cruising parking lots for dropped change, returning pop bottles and occasionally cutting the teeth out of sharks that had drowned in the nets for the creepy guy who made necklaces out of them for tourists. That was more than enough for an eight pack of […]
Read More Nationalist Entertainment At It’s Finest: Godzilla… No Not That One… Shin GodzillaNARRATOR A royal funeral is supposed to be an orderly affair. The hymns selected. The sermon memorized. The Riderless Horse brushed and curried, the reversed boots in the stirrups shined to a mirror finish. All musicians rehearsed and the all choir members on their marks. All roles assigned. All places filled. A place for everyone […]
Read More A Song of Grod: Chapter NineRONALD The room was kept dark, in order to keep him quiet. Shutters were closed upon bars of iron across the windows, Their opaque glass painted to a dark grey. Two sets of thick black drapes hung on each of the windowsills. There was a smooth, thin frost of grey dust upon them. They hadn’t […]
Read More A Song of Grod: Chapter EightHONOR “Will he live?” Lady Cheapside was breathless with concern. Princess Honor had just trudged back from the crowd of centaurs that were still surrounding Prince Branadoc. She sighed in despair as the not-exactly-men of the regiments tried to impress her as she stalked past them. Some were turning sideways with hands on hips with […]
Read More A Song of Grod: Chapter SevenSo you know how I swore that I was totally done with A Song of Grod and what I had already written would be and that there would never ever be any more new content? Yeah. about that. The next chapter will be new content.
Read More A Song of Grod: Next ChapterGROD The archery field was green and flat and mostly crab grass. The gardens at the palace had been designed by the legendary Competence Baxter, a man who understood the spartan beauty of one lone perfectly placed tree on a small hill with light cascading through it’s leaves. And who would have been reduced to […]
Read More A Song of Grod: Chapter SixIs there anything sadder than a whore who thinks her John has fallen in love with her? Kristian (no I did spell that right, it is Kristian with a K, godknows why) Harloff is one of the hosts of Collider. Collider is a shill site. Really that’s all it is. Whenever the big studios want […]
Read More When Shills CryBRYAN The pageantry was incredibly colorful you could say that much for it. The competing battalions ambled aimlessly on to the tourney field. Their companies freely mixing with each other as they marched with a military precision that kept a very keen eye on the needs of the individual to remain as individualistic as possible, […]
Read More A Song of Grod: Chapter FiveThe following discussion took place in Cataline’s car back in late 1980 something. Buddy (holding up a cassette tape): Dude, I didn’t know you were a Queen fan. Cataline: Dude, I’m not. Buddy: Then where did this come from? Cataline: I have no fucking idea. It just sort of… Appeared one day. Buddy: Same thing happened to […]
Read More Good Omens: Cataline Recommends with ReservationsEvery story needs an antagonist. I’m pretty sure none of you will have any trouble figuring out who the inspiration for Perseverance was. PERSEVERANCE Princess Perseverance really didn’t care for her receiving room. It was too small for someone as important as she was. Although that was possibly a trick of her memory. It had […]
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The Dark Herald 