"No, I'm sorry sir. That simply won't do!" Rutherford always made a fuss when getting fitted for a suit, "The cummerbund is too tight and doesn't match my ascot! It isn't passable in the slightest! The banquet is tomorrow, and I can assure you that Lady Astonia shan't pardon me, therefore I shan't pardon you!... Continue Reading →
The Ambrosial Spark, pt. I
She held it in her eye. That is not to say it was in any way figurative, for eyes have ethereal tendrils that are capable of grasping... Attention, mind, emotion, consciousness, ethos, what have you. You and I know this to be true. Too many nights do I lay awake in bed, captivated by a... Continue Reading →
Little Miss Hobbs, Pt. XIII: Revisiting the Watchmaker
*A Note: To fully understand this post, you must first read Little Miss Hobbs, Pts. VI-XI: Applause for the Watchmaker* The moon splashed the curtains with a cheerful shade of gray as the twilit corridors of her humble home filled with the sound of thunderous rain. Little Miss Hobbs had taken the trouble of rearranging everything just before bed... Continue Reading →
December Rose 