RHIANNON AND ARIES Generally Magnolia Promenade was the sort of neighborhood where no one locked their doors; not only because the area had no hooligans, but because it was so far from showing on the collective radar that even the
“Is this the place?” Juliet was standing off to the side of a heavily windowed building, she and the others crowding near a Nickelodeon-slime monstrosity of a pipe. Light trickled from the bar’s floor-to-ceiling windows and was absorbed neatly by
For a moment River allowed their statement to linger, their gravitas settling like dust across the community center meeting room, dust the band wouldn’t dare disturb or breathe in lest the weight bring them down with it. “But first, do
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world. Percy Bysshe Shelley, A Defence of Poetry and Other Essays SIM CREDITS (and the relevant forum discussion):Neala and Rhiannon Avery — IrishSongJuliet Harrison — CitySimmerThora Shinigami (and her cat Lemmy) — VanPelt81Jazz
Note: Updating either CT or Haunted weekly is rough. For now, please enjoy this short story inspired by last week’s Haunted and a certain old-school sci-fi show! It’s also part of the Monthly SimLit Short Story Challenge. You’ll be able
Bernard had given Kendra a booklet of 19th century cocktail recipes for her young-adult birthday. It was unassuming, the cover having been designed for practicality rather than charm and the binding having yellowed except in white branches where the ink
Panel 4 Yuan has been staring at me all week. Halfway through, he was joined by a screenshot of Serj Tankian eating takeout. It’s great. I tried publishing this once, but it didn’t show up on WordPress Reader. Let’s see
She was everywhere. The place where his toddler bed used to be. He could look right through the tile and remember the positioning of every irregular spot on that green carpet they had, the one he’d stared at and traced
Welp! This is the first one, and I can’t get the comic to show up correctly in ‘Preview,’ so bear with me for a couple minutes if nothing shows up. It may break everything. We’ll see. If you’re new, here’s
If, Through Loose Ends by Kendra Jeong-Espinosa If, through loose ends, we could resume Unrav’ling defects from the loom And soften as the shuttle mends— Then save for me a few loose ends! Should ringlets ‘bove the brow displace And