Monday, December 3, 2012

Short Story: Soren Gray

I'm very happy to put up a short story by none other than my friend Stac Mahuna-Brantner!  (That's her blog there in the link).  She wrote this short piece for The Burning West,  Facebook group that appears to encourage the creating of short stories centering around a common theme:

Civilization has fallen. Our world has become a brutal wasteland of corruption, death, and victory. Imagine yourself in a different time, a different place, and carrying a savage weapon.

The setting: America, the future. After monetary ruin and political degradation, the world has descended into a dark and global war. The Skulls, a monstrous faction of militant psychopaths rule the Northern and Western parts of the globe. The Southern and Eastern philosophies are upheld by The Shadow Engineers, a righteous sect of honor. These opposing forces battle endlessly for global control amid a strange new world filled with assassins, mutated beasts, twisted shaman, religious zealots, thieves, sirens, vigilante heroes, and soldiers who become kings.

Your job is to re-imagine yourself. Are you Skull or Shadow Engineer? Or are you something worse? Something elusive or legendary? Describe your costume. Choose your weapons. Mold your backstory. 
Enticing!  Anyway, without further ado, here's her story: Soren Gray.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Now It's Time for Something Completely Different!

Music!  I'm in a mood for some D'Angelo today.  And this is my blog, so I'm going to put it up here.


Whoa whoa whoa, yeah yeah yeah
Whoa whoa whoa, yeah yeah yeah yeah...

When I first saw you baby, I wanted to die
Me and those dreamin' eyes of mine,
Started to cry,
Then I'd dream,
wishin' my fantasy would soon become a reality

Cause every time I see you baby, all I do is sigh.
Cause you're the most precious thing baby
That my dreamin' eyes has ever seen,
So I'll continue to dream.
Me and those dreamin' eyes of mine.

Is it just that you're the finest little thing that I ever saw?
Or is my imagination running too far?
Or is it that my eyes are telling me something you could never see?
Something like me being with you, or you being with me?

Ooh wee baby, you've redefined my vision of love it seems.
Your love be the cherry in my chocolate covered dreams.
So it would seem, my oh my.  Me and those dreamin' eyes of mine.

Oh my goodness, here she comes.  Switchin' that ass.
I wonder if her men in the past treated her bad
But if I had the chance, I'd treat her like a queen.
Just like I do in all my dreams.
If you only knew how many times that I think of you.
I'm quite sure that you would find, I'm goin' out my mind.
My oh my, me and those dreamin' eyes of mine...