Well...first you have to believe in Satan as an entity...I find that belief too far a stretch. Enjoyed your story nonetheless. Too easy to blame disasters on supernatural entities rather than looking at the comlicity of human action. Happy writing!
Well, that seems to be the way of our world. Concerned that it is too late to pivot our course toward destruction. Me, I am mudlarking, seeking shiny bits of joy in all the muck. I believe we have been in the apocalypse for a while now. Happy writing!
I enjoyed your sensual trip into the flavors of sunshine. I personally find sunshine to taste like a mango margarita with lots of salt, frozen, and sipped at the Jacksonville Jazz Festival. I suggest you write poems about the pleasures and tastes of rain, snow, fog, thunder and lightning. Synesthia, you know. Happy writing!
Well, I sure wasn't expecting such a macabre ending to what started as a happy romp. In a short piece you made the reader care about these characters. I want a happy ending I am wondering if you have planned a follow up to the story, and yes, I still want a happy ending.
Snow I always enjoy your writing. I loved your not-so-fanciful tale of the dragon and the Mermaid Queen. I have a veiled mermaid Sybylla that lives in the pond behind our condo. I pulled a card for you from my Oracle of the Mermaids. Card 36--Time Out---take time for contemplation and time alone. Silence begets creativity. May the Hurricanes be few this year. Blessings!
Well, now I am sucked into this story. I read Chapter Two first and was a bit confused. But onward and upward. I find Pastor Goode I bit off-putting though. Perhaps he could be less hokey and more slick?
I am intrigued, and confused by your story. Perhaps things will be clearer as the story continues. The only criticism I have is you described Goode as "erecting" from his chair. It sounded jarring. Standing up would be enough. Happy writing!
I enjoyed the story and the wonderful specific details about Australia. Not just the aboriginal people of Australia but all of us have become alienated from our ancestral lands and truths. We are indeed at a tipping point in our world. Perhaps we can change and survive. I would like to know more of Koen's story.
Carly--I love your poem. Unique and savory. Yes, we need be a rich and vibrant gumbo of a nation and not a bland milk white porridge. I want to know and savor all these diverse cultures and ethnicities and let them play upon my tongue. Gizzards, ox-tails, collards, okra, turmeric, za'atar, tamarind. I want to revel in the sensuousness of it all! Happy writing!
I love your story setting in Greece. Your details seem to be quite accurate. I think you might wish to change the name of the family from DuPont to something fictional. The DuPonts are quite well known and this could be confusing. Perhaps a Greek surname. The story has captured my attention and would like to read further. I am hoping it involves a Greek myth. Happy writing. I am thinking that the mansion might be more realistic if built/furnished in a Grecian manner. Just my humble opinion.
I am intrigued by this brief foray into your sci-fi omniverse. I also detect hints of subtle humor throughout--this lightens things up a bit. Like the idea of the sanruphrups and healing hounds. You clearly have a grasp of now and future technology. My only suggestion is that some of this new technology needs to be fleshed out further for the reader to have a better understanding. Happy writing!
am eagerly awaiting more of this story. Animals, pets tug at our hearts because they are the epitome of love and kindness. They love us without reserve. I am sorry you suffered at the hands of a governmental agency. Banish the patriarchy and government, I say. A rare Bengal tiger was killed at our Naples Zoo because some fool thought it was a good idea to put his arm in the cage. Stupid humans. May 2022 be empty of stupid humans and full of magickal pets. Blessings.