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If fate had a sense of humour, it was a mean one. A mocking, cruel, mad one, that loved to show Remus a terrible mirror of himself and his life, whenever he dared start to hope again. In the wixen world it was a single word – werewolf, thrown in his face whenever he even tried to find a job, a home, anything. But the Muggle world was no better, only more subtle, and it started.... started right after everything went to shit. Wherever he went, the same haunting words:

You hear the door slam And realize there's nowhere left to run You feel the cold hand And wonder if you'll ever see the sun

Week 5: Order, Cannon, Gas

“Hey,” Silver piped up from his spot on the floor, “when was poison gas first used as a weapon?”

“1915,” Flint said, distracted by Silver’s wayward curls.

“That won’t do,” Silver muttered, scratching something out on the paper beside him.

“Planning your next campaign?”

“Yeah. I wanted to introduce chemical warfare, but it doesn’t fit the timeline.”

“Isn’t D&D fantasy?” Flint was sure he understood at least that much.

“Yeah, but there’s an order to things, babe,” Silver said, scribbling furiously. “Maybe I could use cannons.”

“You always use cannons.” Flint reminded him. “You promised Billy you’d do something different.”

“Fuck Billy!”

“I’d rather you fuck me instead.”

“That,” Silver said, “is a fantastic idea.”

You’ll wonder and you’ll wish you knew for sure, but believe me: it’s better not to know.

The natural state of a ghost is not actually the vengeful ghost. Vengeful ghosts are just the ones that need to include living humans when finishing their unfinished business. They're the ones most likely to need to be visible, to need the recognition in order to be at peace.

There are stories out there of a loved one returning from the grave to lead the way to a hidden heirloom, or to give some last advice, but those aren't my favorite ghosts.

I wrote a couple hundred words each on several things yesterday, but I didn’t finish anything and I’ve decided that I’m only counting words written on things that I actually finish this month. Today will be better since it’s Shannara Chronicles review day, and that show is always good for 1-2k words. Tomorrow will be a day for writing book reviews, and my plan is to spend at least part of Saturday writing about chapters 32-35 of Titus Groan.

I want to write a musical. I have the ideas. I have the knowledge. I have the drive. I don’t have the time....This Haiku should sum it up perfectly.

If only I had time

I could make a brand new world

of song and stories

I could move an audience to tears with a story forged in my mind. Black ink on white paper transferred to the audience through the efforts of a talented cast of actors.

I have written a play once already. Two Acts completed in a span of two days even. But that was when I had time.

Art doesn’t take talent, it takes time and effort.

and then....