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Horsemen by Artem Demura

Seabeck, Wa

“What are you DOING!?” the mentor screamed as their estranged student flicked a match/torch into their doused house. “No! NO!”

“Oh, what’s that?” the student asked as they leaned against a rock formation, taking a swig from their bottle. “You don’t like when everything you care about is just taken away from you? Like a puff of smoke?”

“B!” The mentor looked at them incredulously before trying to reach into the house, but it was already too hot. The entire house was ablaze, flames threatening to lick at the mentor’s skin with every breath. They cried out, jumping back, putting their hands to their head. “What have you DONE!?”

The student snorted, rolling their eyes as they stood up and drunkenly wobbled over to the mentor. “All I’m doing, A,” they said with a tired smile, “is letting you live in the world that you said we lived in.”

A stared at B, then a the flames. As they slowly sank to their knees, watching the fire, B snorted. Waving a hand and taking another swig, they turned and began walking away. “Now you know what it’s like to have your entire life blown to smithereens!” they laughed humorlessly, barely heard above the collapsing beams of the house.

in addition to the fact that people just have different natural rhythms, a big reason why we can’t seem to go to bed as early as we “should” is that nighttime is, for many of us, our safest and most fulfilling time of day. we don’t have to work, we won’t be contacted by bosses or insurance companies or collections agencies or other suffocating life business… we’re likely only to be contacted by our friends, or by no one at all. night time is release; it’s ours. we can rest or recreate. we can do things we actually want to do. who would choose to cut that short?? just to usher in the next morning when our lives are not our own again? nighttime is precious and nothing could be more normal than the desire to embrace this

In case you are having a bad day or feeling upset, have this: 🐻🌱🌿

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by Tama66

I was in line at Aldi and this girl with two toddlers in front of me had her card declined and she looked so fucking sad and said “let me call my husband real quick” and it was only 18 dollars, so I just paid for it, and she was very sweet and then as she walked off, the lady behind me said `”You know that was probably a scam, right?” and like, even if it was, like what a sad fucking scam, right? 18 dollars at the Aldi. If you’re “scamming” me for some Tyson chicken and apple juice and cauliflower, then just take my fucking money. 

“A scam” people are fucking wild.  

Virtual Plein Air by Carolane Bruneau

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Who's at the door? Chapter 6 of 'Those Horrid, Horrid Things' is up!

When Odin prophesizes Loki’s three monstrous children will bring an end to the Aesir, the trickster god decides the only way he can keep them safe is to travel through time and space to where no one will find them.

But this new world is different, with its PTO’s and HOA’s and all other manners of strange sigils. Loki’s children have to make some big changes to remain undetected, and the Father of Monsters themself might be in a little over their head.

Chapter 6: The Babysitter

There were fewer stars in this realm, the sky brown and faded by the lights mankind gathered in their fortresses and towns below.

No matter. Skadi only needed two to position herself and guide her over forests and fields. No snow on the ground yet, either. Not in this part of the world, but it was coming. Skadi would make sure of that.

The message had come to her in a dream as she lay before a low-burning fire in the mountains of Jotunheimr: where Loki had hidden the three monsters.

It had been difficult living with the Aesir and serving in their pantheon. But this — hunting and tracking great beasts — this she could do blindfolded.

So, I wrote the next chapter of Those Horrid, Horrid Things much faster than I had previously written any other chapters, which is probably because I had two scenes in particular visualized since I first conceptualized this work.

But then I took several days revising and reposting the chapter. I guess I'm nervous about it? Like, is it bad to have both a character address the queerphobia she's faced and a joke about a wolf getting indigestion from eating too much cheese in the same chapter?

But in the end I realized I've got to stop freaking out about what's supposed to be a fun lil project where I make jokes about an eleven-year-old sea serpent the size of the globe wanting anchovies on his pizza. Also, it's been a fucking week, so I'm posting it for you and me as a treat.

WIP: Those Horrid, Horrid Things

Read it here

Chapter 1: The House

Chapter 2: The School

Chapter 3: The New Pet

Chapter 4: The Vice Principal

Chapter 5: The Tupperware Party

Chapter 6: The Babysitter

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