Category: Short Stories

The lines constructing the floor move to and fro while the hands on the clockface dance time away. The Lillend puts her masque upon her face and casts her picturesque victim dice. Laughing aloud she cries, ” Tis your turn…

Those words are forever etched in my mind. The pain and the hurt are unequaled to that which I experience from second to second and day to day. Mentally I am a wreak, but this I’ve learned to deal with.…

The first card represents the present as it portrays to the question. The question you ask was what? Just a general reading, then. As I was saying, the first card defines a basic situation or central issue to you. The…

At the Gate At the gate, the angel has fallen asleep. It is late, the clouds are dark, and the stars shine the sky bright. Their illumance comes from the inscriptions inscribed upon them, placing them in their proper constellation…

Editor’s note: This is the final revision of a story that White Wolf published in Digital Web 2.0. You can read this version and then go buy a copy of the book to see what the editor changed. The crisp…

All You Had to Do Was Ask The air outside, thick and dense with fog. Inside the swirling activities within my mind materialize denser. The firelight flame flickers dancing to the melody my mind manufactures. Over and over the rhythms…

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There are 3 angels in my life. They connect me to them through blood and they give me support through all my rough times.