Eidolon
The lost eidolon of Eventine began haunting the Quickie Mart out at the Four Corners sometime last winter. It may have been the weekend of the Great Snow of '02 when the world went white and we all stayed indoors, huddled next to our precious wood-burning stoves, covered in three layers of blankets, waiting for the ice to break. It was a hard winter, and all manner of creatures and persons got lost in that blizzard. Including one spook. He's an old one, probably uprooted during the construction out by the Mall where they've been digging down to the bedrock for the new parking garage.
There was a series of hauntings when construction of the Mall first started, and the historian from the State Museum finally scrounged up some old records from the early homesteaders and pointed out to the architecture firm that they were building 68 shops, three anchor stores, and a 17-screen movie theater on top of the original settlers. The Architects, adherents of the Neo-Logos Movement, scoffed at the possibility of conflict between the old world and the new. Digging continued and, in the bleak hour of night, dump trucks filled with broken shards of cedar, old bones and moist earth were trucked out of town to an undisclosed location. Shortly thereafter, the spooks came.
The Architects brought in a company from New York, a team of six who cleared out the ghosts in the space of two nights. The first night was terrible, the nocturnal hours filled with shrieks and moans and the dreadful crackling noise of the arcane devices of the ghost hunters. The second night was silent as every ghost that survived the first night was in hiding. As was the entire community. We all hid under our beds and in our closets, barely daring to breathe the whole night through.
In the morning, the ghosts and the hunters were gone. The Architects offered the township a blessing on the new Mall, freshly consecrated for the Gods of Consumerism, and crowned the buildings with the battlements of the New Word.
There no more ghosts until the winter when William McCready -- the first prospector of Eventine -- rose out of the ground and got stuck in the shadow of the Quickie Mart.
writing
This is a reasonably comprehensive list of my published work, both virtual and physical.
THE MISFIT LIBRARY
I am Nine of Thirteen, one of the members of the Misfit Library, a writing collective which puts out a quarterly journal of our respective work. We are scattered across the globe and determined to change the face of the planet one story at a time. The link above will take you to Misfit Central where you can acquire copies of the journal as well as read exclusive online material.
SYMBOLIC
I wrote a column for OPi8.com's Transmit blogs: journals of the new dark underground. SYMBOLIC tracked the novel I was working on, referencing the process and the research materials which mad up the backbone of the work. In addition, SYMBOLIC busied itself with ruminations and considerations on the nature of language and communication. And a wee bit of mythology. The first 100 entries of SYMBOLIC can be found here on this site as well as at OPi8.com.
LITERARY REPRESENTATION
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