Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 35 of this year’s SSCS (the final installment!). If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… There was a Bell I had to finish. A spell I needed to cast. And a beautiful boy, with black eyes and white teeth and beautiful, long-fingered hands who was waiting to…
Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 34 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… We’d all been cast into the Dreaming. And even if we refuse to remember them, nightmares have a way of perpetuating themselves. And, if you’re wondering (though Jack pointedly is not), the lions weren’t part…
Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 33 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… Turning back to the first photograph I’d looked at, the young woman sitting attentive on a brocade couch, hair glittering, I saw a reflection or a shadow of something else pass across the glass. Something…
Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 32 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… The water was grey, opaque with silt, and the smog smudged the distance across it, so that I knew I stood on the edge of the world. But the bricks beneath my feet were white. …
Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 31 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… Less than one turning later, there stood the Machine. It wasn’t built of metal scaffolding. Steelwork wound through it and under it, thin and delicate and precise. But the rest was all…bones. A few of…
Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 30 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… –– And then the breeze turned cold, and the sky again cast a red light, and I was crouched alone in the silence beside the wall of the rail-deck. But it was the day that…
Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 29 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… –– And then I blinked, and found myself again standing inches away from my bell-Template. But it was Jack who was standing up on my stool, holding one line of the molding form we’d just…
Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 28 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… Either way, I could tell I wasn’t blushing this time. “If you show me the project you’ve been working on, will you take me to the noodle shop again after?” I was looking down now,…
Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 27 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… I let myself into the flat quietly. Nina would be back by now, and sleeping. And there wasn’t much night left before dawn for me to get my sleep in. I touched my teeth again,…
Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About This is Installment 26 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Those Monsters We Have Dreamed About’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… Just then, something that was part of me came loose, and I found myself clutching at my own arm. Not in pain, but in fear of some sort of collapse and discovery. All the scents…