You have noticed that I don’t do the daily spitwrites anymore. That doesn’t mean that I’ve stopped, I’m just not posting anything online. The reason is simple, though I do enjoy the process, when I come around to publish the short stories online the automated checks block my upload. That’s Read more…
Tushy felt dead. Which was a good thing, in her case. She was practically glowing. Literally, with a greenish light, and her scythe looked way cooler now. It wasn’t the starter scythe she was lugging around all this time, rather the same model, only sharper. Glowier. Scythier. She swung it Read more…
Triptolemus smiled at the woman across the table and was surprised at how quickly he had adapted to this craziness. Sure, it wasn’t ideal, and it felt slightly psychotic speaking to a woman that was double, but they quickly got into a groove. Persephone would say something to their shared Read more…
Dimitra was having a great day. She had done her house chores, her meal was spot on, and she’d even done some serious work on her thesis. So, naturally, it was time for everything to go to shit. She was humming along, doing her laundry, when the washing machine decided Read more…
“Wow, sis, you really suck at this job,” Zoe said, leaning on the wall. Persephone was in the middle of doing her new job, but it wasn’t going well for her. “It’s these damn gloves!” “How hard can it be to put the right finger in the proper place inside Read more…
“Oh, man, he does not seem to like this,” Demeter whispered to Persephone. The frown on Trip’s face was epic. “You’re gonna get worry lines if you stay like that for another five minutes,” she said to him. Trip opened his mouth, blinked slowly, then shut it again. He turned Read more…
Persephone was tense. “Hey, relax, sis.” Zoe pinched her on the arm. “Ow, bitch!” Persephone complained, holding her arm. They were standing in front of the double doors that housed the mainframe. It was just a glorified computer, but since that computer could think for itself, it could plot the Read more…
Papers slammed into Demeter’s face. “You’re the one who asked for this!” the man said, after having thrown the bunch at her. She flinched, but she didn’t look away. Nor did she complain. She just stood there, taking the heat. “Yes, I did, professor.” The man turned in his chair. Read more…
“I want more of the red sauce,” the annoying little cunt said. She was a blonde with an upturned nose. Or, perhaps that was her constantly upturned head looking down on people. Persephone eyed her. Hard. Then she stuck her big spoon inside the red sludge and poured some more Read more…
“What do you mean, you broke up?” Demeter all but screamed in the message. Argh! This lag was killing her. She paced up and down her room. She needed to iron her clothes but her hands were trembling. After a couple of attempts and a burned finger she pushed the Read more…