"Then Thrain turned himself into a draugr, and the barrow was filled with a horrible stench; and he stuck his claws into the back of Hromund's neck, tearing the flesh from his bones" (Hrómundar saga)
Draugr & again-walkers, the Norse undead
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Coal Lick Run near Coal Lick Run Street in Uniontown, Pennsylvania
"What's wrong?"
"I've always wanted a really nice bed. And I just got one."
"It is not what you hoped?"
"It's amazing!"
"So?"
"That was my dream in life."
"Really?"
"I peaked early. What do I do now?"
"You could come up with another dream."
"How do I do that?"
"Try taking a nap."
Your worst enemy is the you of last year. They're the reason you haven't saved money, gotten in shape, or learned a new skill.
When time machines are invented, no one wants to explore history. We all go back a year to berate our recent selves into trying just a little bit harder.
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“Sheepsquatch?!”
“Yes! Keep your voice down. If we can find the ladder to the hayloft that will give us a good vantage point to watch the fields. We may be able to hide until morning if we can pull the ladder up, too.”
The distant bleating became a much closer roar.
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The mechanical overlords unearthed the dead, as well as those killed in the initial confrontations.
The deceased were reworked and wired with life, and returned to their loved ones as a sign of peace.
Little did we know a kill switch was build into each.
And I stress — KILL.
“Floored”
The elevator stopped abruptly, then claustrophobiasetin.
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[Bio] Keith Hoerner (BS, MFA) lives, works, and pushes words around in Southern Illinois. @keithhoerner (#818)
For John
I watch you walk out the back door, or the door to the basement, or the door to the bathroom. The house is a sideways maze of doors and shirt tails and weakening hands trailing around corners. You never come—you go. And then I remember, you passed last night.
“Roanoke”
Seeking sassafras
Beyond the sands of this land
Lost now forever
[Bio] Joshua Scully (@jojascully) is an American History teacher from Pennsylvania. He writes speculative fiction and loves a good anachronism. (#820)
“Justinian II”
New features abound
A wonderful golden nose
And eyes for vengeance
[Bio] Joshua Scully (@jojascully) is an American History teacher from Pennsylvania. He writes speculative fiction and loves a good anachronism. (#821)
Edgar was the king's 11th-born son, raised to enjoy his life safely out of view. When he was 7, his oldest brother died, which was sad but changed nothing. But the deaths kept coming. After the 9th, he began to campaign earnestly for his sisters to be able to inherit the throne.
Faith had a shapeshifting pet that reflected her mood. It was a canary if she was happy, a sloth if she needed a hug, a tiger if she was afraid, and a hundred others. But it saw changes in her before she did, and so she often felt judged, watching her canary turn into a goose.