Current Residence: Immediately behind you.|
Shell of choice: Electron
Personal Quote: "Ha! No."
After the FallMorning comes achingly slow. The sun percolates above the Sierra Madre, shining sodium-flavored glare across the cityscape below you. There didn't used to be mountains there, you think. It's hard to be sure these days.After the Fall by Isengim
The invitation was left on your windowsill the night before; a map drawn on a napkin, a feather, and a pack of cigarettes. It's only an invitation because you can see it that way. You imagine there are hundreds of invitations left around the cities, discarded as junk. Most wouldn't see the pattern in it. Their loss, you think. You tap out the first cigarette and light it with a match struck against the wall. It tastes of cinnamon and longing. The next will taste better, you tell yourself.
Every map needs two things: orientation and a point of reference. Origin and vector. Compass rose and landmark. You unfold the map slowly, as if afraid to disturb it too much. You've been waiting a long time for a map like this one. It was drawn with a fine-tipped pen, on a napkin like
The World Ender's Club - The SerpentThe serpent moved with the current, far enough below that the surface shadows couldn't be seen. The boat was up there, the serpent could feel, but not see. The weight of it spread through the water, even far above. The pole moved steadily through the deepest parts, and the serpent kept clear of it. It thrummed in the dark, and the serpent could track it from afar.The World Ender's Club - The Serpent by Isengim
Memories did not come when called. Above was a boat, and in it was... what? Prey? Enemy? Something else entirely? The serpent did not know. The current pushed it lower, close to the sand and stone of the riverbed. It lashed its tail in frustration, and drove upwards against the press. The water was cold near the bottom, and the river-body not much warmer. But there was heat above. The serpent could feel heat coming off the boat in waves, sinking down into the depths. It wanted the heat, the burning source that it could not see, but feel as surely as it felt the current's insistent push.