4 and 3 and 2 and 1...

From one of the best albums of all time, the Beastie Boys, puttin' it on wax:





I'm pumped. Some seriously cool shit coming up in the next two months. Also, I bought a hat that makes me look really cute. And Loreal's new Million Lashes is super good, but then, all Loreal mascaras are da bomb. Like fur coats for your lashes. And this new one is no clumping and feels good when you put it on. Purrrrr.

Me: So I've been a pescetarian for three days now.

RedSky: What does Bob have to say about that?

Oh, Red. Yeah, so the LJ spotlight on a vegetarian comm gave me the final push to do something I've always wanted to do, and it feels so right. Like a fur coat for my soul. Wait! That is wrong.

So, yes, things coming up of intriguing literary nature, and since they have sewn my mouth shut (the witches!), I write the following:

WoD: Improbity: (many, many things, incl...) betray, knavish, roguish, deceitful, unfaithful, trothless, two-faced, corruptible, purchasable, stab one in the back, crooked, and Many More! Now in your Local Thesaurus!

There were many things she liked about him, not least that he was positively incorruptible. She was a perfidous bitch, herself, but there are many that walk this earth not knowing who they truly are, and she felt sorry for them. But truth be told -- and did she never tell a story that wasn't at least half truth? -- it was in the arms of her golden-hearted lover, his honest lips upon hers, that she felt for a moment to be outside herself. She could dwell in that span of time, stringing it out like false pearls on cat gut, and in the morning, tell herself that it was back to reality. Back to pseudonyms and check kiting and the Helpless Lady.

But when he called one day to say he wouldn't be coming around anymore, that his wife had caught on and he just couldn't, you see, just couldn't, and he didn't want to hurt her, after all, he was a good man, it was a mistake. It had been a mistake. And his wife understood... Well, it was in that moment that she understood that the petty larceny of the heart was something she had miscalculated. Misunderstood. And she looked into her heart and, without a second's doubt, closed that account. Permanently. And a new reality began.

Fin

Golden Visions

The October issue of Golden Visions Magazine is now up, with a reprint of The Librarian's Assistant in their *free* online edition. This story was originally written for the Writer's Art contest on DA, where it won first place, and later, it became my first DD. If you are interested in reading the DA version, it's here. It was inspired by this art:

"Paper Birds" by kmye_chan

Golden Visions also has a downloadable PDF/print version, featuring more well known genre authors, great cover art, and a forward by Piers Anthony.

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WoD: maggoty: nasty, filthy, capricious, blighted, eccentric, fanciful

Terrence found maggoty dreams of Renata awaited him each night. He slipped into bed with a deck of playing cards, all four kings missing. An offering he hoped she might accept, but if she did not -- the notebook would grow. And grow. He shivered, imagining an epic after so many years. It was the playing cards, or he would have to forge a dedication. Closing his eyes, he shuffled one last time and lie back. Behind his eyes, the darkness took over...