I’m bipolar. Tragically bipolar, I like to say. I have a really bad case of it. For those of you who don’t know what the disease is like, I will describe a manic episode. You can’t calm down. You are jittery like you’re strung out on a pot of coffee. You can’t sleep, sometimes for… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Idle
Month: November 2019
The Friday 13 with Sonia Rogers
Sonia Rogers isn’t afraid of ghosts and goblins. At least, not in the daytime with all the lights on. At night, however, in the dark… That’s when ‘they’ come out and whisper stories in her ear. She writes them down, because she’s afraid of what will happen to her if she doesn’t. Besides that, she… Continue reading The Friday 13 with Sonia Rogers
The Guardian of the Path
In the afterlife of the mountain, or the Death Dream, if you are the Blood of the Lion and you so choose, you can find a hidden path. That path will take you to a city locked away by the shamans, a place of banishment, a place forbidden. The City of the Elephants is here.… Continue reading The Guardian of the Path
The Tiger and the Cage
When I was with Tigress, I was taken care of. I was guarded by her unflinching ferocity. No one could mess with me. With Cage, I was in conflict. You need an example. I can see on your face that you want an example. Here you go: I spent the night at her house once,… Continue reading The Tiger and the Cage
The Friday 13 with Ulff Lehmann
German born but English writing author, Ulff Lehmann, was raised reading, almost any and everything, from the classic Greek to Roman to Germanic myths to more appropriate fiction for children his age. Initially devouring books in his native language, he switched to reading English books during a year long stay in the USA as a… Continue reading The Friday 13 with Ulff Lehmann
Lost Confessions: Fire
The heat is intense and dry, blowing as if from every direction. Fire is crawling and leaping. Smoke gathers to speed the destruction. It fills everything with black. It fills everything with choke and watering eyes, coughing uncontrollably. It cuts visibility and the only thing that can be seen through the black is the devouring… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Fire
Jesse Teller 