Hermes bring this to Lord Apollo.
A boy, just a boy
whose blood is bad,
Needs help and healing.
Lord Apollo,
Nicky and his family do not understand
They do not trust–
Believe–but I do.
You, Lord Apollo,
can help his blood.
Please, Lord Apollo
Show them you are powerful!
Show them your abilities!
Heal him if the fates allow–
And if not…
Let him be at peace.
My faith in you is lost
I have questioned you
I have disbelieved your heralds.
I don’t believe your priests
I don’t believe your book
Help those who beg you.
Show yourself.
I don’t know…
The things you know.
I do know as I grow old,
how Time has
affected me. I look the same.
I feel more wise.
But no one believes me.
Because I don’t know…
Kitty Litter
scattered along the floor.
Cats do their business in the hallway
Using dust bunnies for covering.
Clean up every day–
Even the cats are frazzled.
Some days
I no longer eat
any dinner any breakfast
because I’m poor I need to lose weight.
I always wanted a
Four post bed.
The ceiling we moved to
Couldn’t handle it.
Sold the poster bed.
Bought an iron frame.
From gentle rocking
to squeaks and shakes.
Until no one else comes again.
Released today! Only a buck.
I write over 800 words a day, but not in one place. It’s in my journal most of the time. I have 7 journals. Six online through Penzu and one physical hand-written one which is going to hqave to be burned at my death.
I don’t write stories anymore. I’ve been reading non-fiction and therefore been writing essays or things in my journal. It’s not like I don’t have a story to write. “Teen Guardians” is a story I had in mind for a while now, but haven’t had a chance to put together. Problem is, I know the story, how to get there, and it’s plotted out. Now it’s boring.
So not only is my cat looking up at me expectantly, but so are people who have read my book.
Slowly, it’s coming together.
Blasters are notorious for being “glass cannons”. The idea with a blaster is to cause more damage than you get. It helps if you get some defense behind you.
Psycho Ninja is a throw-away character with no real backstory. But I’ve been having a lot of fun with him during the Halloween Event here in Paragon City. Whenever I hear the words, I think of “Psycho Killer” by the Talking Heads. The kicking animation for the character is a lot of fun to watch.
I suppose if I want to give him a backstory: he’s MA trained and originally from an asylum after he showed signs of Mentalism. The asylum closed due to lack of funds, and he was released because he wasn’t considered a danger. He moved to the Isles and made his trade there, but now he’s legal and all–and he has a passport to Paragon City.
Mike Lebonte and his husband, Scott Angrier, deplaned in Phoenix, Arazona, in the middle of winter. Of which it was 70 degrees.
“We brought all the wrong clothes, “ Mike said as they stood waiting for their luggage off the carousel.
“We can change them,” said Scott. He gave Mike a puppy-eyed look.
“Waste of magic on a glamour,” Mike muttered. The carousel spat out their luggage; Scott’s red with a My Little Pony tag, Mike’s light blue with a large silver pentacle embroidered on the front pocket.
“Would you rather be in long pants on a hot summer’s day?”
“How about you in a kilt?”
“Oh, good idea for the photo shoot.”
Mike grinned. “Yeah, you would.” They plucked out their luggage from the pile that passed by them. “The shoot is tomorrow. What am I going to do?”
“You can come watch me, but you’ll probably eat all the snacks because you’re so bored.”
“Maybe there’s a museum or a movie theater near the hotel. That’ll kill a couple of hours.”
“Sure there is. Look, something is going on, because this airport is so busy.” Scott put a hand on Mike’s arm. “Follow me.”
“Yes, sir.” Mike did so.