SessKag Series: The Pact, Part 157

This entry is part 157 of 185 in the series The Pact [Ongoing]

While the children frolicked in the meadow nearby, Sango and Kagome gathered flowers for Miroku’s grave. The late summer sun beat down upon their bowed heads and bent backs. The pink and white blossoms strained up against the unforgiving heat. Their delicate, wilting petals curled faintly at the edges. Their soft, bursting stems stained the

Bane of Blood: La Gorgona, Part 33

This entry is part 33 of 66 in the series La Gorgona [Ongoing]

Fernando could hear the din of the dance music before they stepped one foot inside El Mar. Blue strobe lights streamed through the smoky interior. Their watery beams cast a deathly pallor over the club goers who milled about in straggling bands. Staggering, jostling and shambling, they swayed to the music or from drunkenness or

The Gordian Knot

This entry is part 39 of 40 in the series The Rebel Anthology [Indefinite]

Hirokin entered his liege lord’s private chambers unannounced, unrehearsed. The first part, though inconceivable to most, was not unusual for him. The latter, however… In a life as meticulously and painstakingly choreographed as his, even Hirokin had to question his own sanity in the matter. But before he could second-guess himself, he’d crossed the threshold.

Bane of Blood: La Gorgona, Part 32

This entry is part 32 of 66 in the series La Gorgona [Ongoing]

The city of Saguero wasn’t much of one. Only in comparison to a place like Cortez. It was simply more crowded, somewhat less crumbling and sad. It was dingy and shabby. A mean-looking town. Dogs and derelicts scuttled about the streets, weaving among the working-class folk who trudged on by foot or sullenly biked, or

Bane of Blood: La Gorgona, Part 31

This entry is part 31 of 66 in the series La Gorgona [Ongoing]

Following Chico’s lead again, Fernando and his friends crossed over to the buckling garage. For all that it was open at both ends, the garage was a big, dim, musty space, cluttered up wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling with almost as much junk as the yard outside. Rap music pounded from huge speakers at the far end,