Our King Is There
What do you want to be when you grow up? Up until about age 8 or 9, I would respond to this question by saying that I wanted to be a priest. I wanted to be a priest mostly because my Dad wanted me to be a priest. He wanted
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Our King Is There
What do you want to be when you grow up? Up until about age 8 or 9, I would respond to this question by saying that I wanted to be a priest. I wanted to be a priest mostly because my Dad wanted me to be a priest. He wanted
Jerry Springer's Agamemnon
Jerry Springer, the famous day-time television playwright, sits quietly in the greenroom studying the script for his show one last time. He chuckles with delight at the drama of this episode - deceit, infidelity, and patricide. His detractors accused his playhouse of being low-brow, featuring characters from life'
Jerry Springer's Agamemnon
Jerry Springer, the famous day-time television playwright, sits quietly in the greenroom studying the script for his show one last time. He chuckles with delight at the drama of this episode - deceit, infidelity, and patricide. His detractors accused his playhouse of being low-brow, featuring characters from life'
Certain Vague Hopes of Disaster
On these early mornings, His handsome sleeping face reminded Jane why she desired him. The feral attraction that had brought them together. She wanted to pet him now in his restful state. Jane had been stealing more and more of these moments recently. She didn’t know why. Maybe, she
Certain Vague Hopes of Disaster
On these early mornings, His handsome sleeping face reminded Jane why she desired him. The feral attraction that had brought them together. She wanted to pet him now in his restful state. Jane had been stealing more and more of these moments recently. She didn’t know why. Maybe, she
Sublimation
The air was suffocating. Sophie took in short, sharp, labored breaths as she crawled forward on her forearms and shins. The earth vibrated from the stampede of booted men. She hadn't seen them yet. She heard their mayhem first. The rat-a-tat-tat of their automatic blastars.
Sublimation
The air was suffocating. Sophie took in short, sharp, labored breaths as she crawled forward on her forearms and shins. The earth vibrated from the stampede of booted men. She hadn't seen them yet. She heard their mayhem first. The rat-a-tat-tat of their automatic blastars.
A Small Price to Pay for Salvation
"Hear me and rejoice! You have had the privilege of being saved by the Great Titan. You may think this is suffering. No... it is salvation. The universal scales tip toward balance because of your sacrifice. Smile... for even in death, you have become children of Thanos."―Ebony
A Small Price to Pay for Salvation
"Hear me and rejoice! You have had the privilege of being saved by the Great Titan. You may think this is suffering. No... it is salvation. The universal scales tip toward balance because of your sacrifice. Smile... for even in death, you have become children of Thanos."―Ebony
No Exit
For the past few months, I'd been sleeping in her bed, with the cinnamon covers and the polka dot pillows that don't match. Her soft, waking smile flashes across my eyelids. Her sweet scent scampers up my nostrils. My dark-chocolate hands become clammy anticipating a
No Exit
For the past few months, I'd been sleeping in her bed, with the cinnamon covers and the polka dot pillows that don't match. Her soft, waking smile flashes across my eyelids. Her sweet scent scampers up my nostrils. My dark-chocolate hands become clammy anticipating a