Demons
There’s always a tension to life—an endless pull between two extremes. In society, strictures for behavior are strictly upheld to prevent order from dissolving into anarchy. Yet, the daemons of chaos are always needed to unlock imbalances that naturally take hold in such environs. I’m writing these words on the “Night Between the Worlds.” Long […]
Witch of Hearts
When the bonfire had ceased and the embers cooled, she came. Slowly, she swept up the ashen remnants of sorrow and despair offered up the night before. Gently, she gathered the shards of broken dreams, lives and hearts. Then, when she was certain that not one mote had been left behind, she departed. The months […]
Bonfire
Every autumn it comes. Before the Night Between the Worlds, the townspeople gather. At the site of the burning, they bring their parcels. Bundled in their arms are the trinkets representing the broken wreckage of the year: friendships that frayed, engagements that ended, children never born, lives that ended too soon, and the hardest of […]
SPELLtacular Birthday
For reasons I have revealed elsewhere, October is—for me—a month of haunting fascination mixed with eerie dread. In Cratersville, when I was growing up, October was known as the month that held the all important night where all us kids dressed up in costumes and ate obscene amounts of candy—chocolate being the gold standard in […]
The Decorum IRL
The concept of the decorum is core to Jellybean’s world. The founding of this concept comes from my wish to avoid—in our world—the dangers that come when a new “magic” begins its ascent. Jelly’s story is not a literal representation of anything happening in the real world. Their story represents the symbolic cycle that occurs […]
The Lonely Life of Ghost
“Ghost is lonely,” Poppy said. I raised an eyebrow, much like our parents would have upon hearing such an utterance. We were walking to the coffee shop in Cratersville, fresh from the secret portal that took us to and from school. It was a Monday, which meant it was washday. In Cratersville proper—meaning downtown—people hung […]
The Prison of Imagined Worlds
I struggled over who should write this post—me or my character Jellybean Reds. While Jellybean’s world is a great way to communicate about ideas without raising too many hackles, I believe that my life experience might be better utilized for what I have to say. As you may know from previous posts, I grew up […]
