I, Aiko, have seen it since I was young. I was born in Masuda and grew up there. As a child, I learned not to mention it to my parents or teachers, or even to my friends, Kioku and Mika. I don’t see it with my real eyes, I close them and look with my inner eye, what is called the pineal eye. [Read more...]
Legion – Part 2
July 4, 2010 By
(Catch up with part 1 here – link to episode 1)
Boy am I pissed off. Of all the stupid stupid things to do – handing us into the police on a, a hunch? a whim? What a frigging plonker. I’m going to start writing everything down because I don’t want to lose track. This is a fine damned pickle. [Read more...]
Legion -part 1
June 6, 2010 By
It was last Thursday morning when I woke up a different person. Again. I came out of a dream thinking of a nice bowl of celery soup, my mouth started to water and I knew that it had happened again. The change, I mean. The day before I had hated celery. That’s how I know, you see. Well its the first thing I notice anyway. There are other …differences. [Read more...]
The Hunt
May 22, 2010 By
by Laurel Compton
It was a powerful god of a mountain and Roscoe lived in its shadows in summer and near its crest in winter. A day ago in Mountain Time it had spewed a belly full of fire that had left it naked and scorched but now it draped itself in a lush velvet green cloak that protected it from the crisp winter air and the moisture sucking summer sun. [Read more...]
Tommy Hamilton
May 1, 2010 By
I remember that year as the one when they fished the man out of the river at the back of our house. It had been a rainy summer, not much of a summer at all and then autumn seemed to come early, the fog on the river and the frosts in the morning making getting up for school that much harder. I tried a few fake sore throats, but dad would start to go off so I dropped that caper.
I did get to stay home one day, though, after rubbing my eyes real hard and making them sore and red. That was the day Tommy Hamilton was coming out of jail. Dad was going to meet him off the bus and bring him back home to look after him. Mum had got cranky over that, but she never said anything. I could tell when she was cranky, she banged the pots around and make a snorting noise through her nose. I stayed extra quiet when that happened, it was bad enough when dad went off, but having the both of them angry made it time to lie low. [Read more...]
