Cary
Joined June 2009 and calls My Associated Content site home.
21 stories, 0 challenges, 48 comments, and 8 friends
After a long hiatus, I’m back. Many apologies to those who had been enjoying my writings.
I live in Ohio. I tend to like a dose of the fantastic in my writing, but I’ll write nearly anything once. Aside from writing, I love to cook, read, and hike.
I have a terribly cute puppy and an atypically social cat.
Stories
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Me the Drink
I swirl around the ice at the bottom of the glass, slowly eroding it, taking it into myself. I share the cold of the cubes with the wall that contains me. Chilled, it draws dew from the air onto itself. Occasionally a few droplets coalesce and slide er...
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Your fingers
Your fingers, your touch I want. So warm, so soft, trembling. On me my skin awaits. They brush, my pulse quickens. My chest, hollow, wants more.
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Aurora and the Dragon
To the east everyone Aurora knew was being killed by fairy tales. Their screams were fresh in her mind. Atop the great rock she wept and waited for a legend. In the forest below the fairy tales sought her. From the direction of the setting sun a wind r...
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The Huntress
With only moonlight to see by she followed the man’s trail easily. She heard him before spotting him amongst the trees carrying her sister. Her rage rose once more: no cleanly killing arrow would fly from her bow. It would pierce something vital ...
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The Path Home
He gazed at the sleeping woman in his arms. Her head rested on his shoulder and she held him loosely. Down the path the mist thickened and eddied in the moonlight. He shifted her higher in his arms and she stirred against him in response. He pressed hi...
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The Demonologist
“Trust me, kid. You have no idea who I am.” “Only because you won’t tell me!” I fixed him with a steady gaze. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. And if you did, you’d kill me anyhow.” That gave...
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Shatter Babies
The shatter babies swarmed over the hill. Jeb and Pete opened up first, they were closest. They also got shattered first. Most of Pete’s head hit Timmy in the face, knocking him from his horse. To the horse’s credit when it flipped out it d...
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The Cusps
Twilight. Thresholds. Equinoxes. Precipices. New moons. Times and places where the world was neither one thing nor another, and one was neither here nor there. Reality became possibility and the hidden folds of the world opened. It was in those opening...
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A Spring Day
Like many tales I’ve told, I’ve gotten ahead of things. Told you the end but nothing of the whys and wheres. Your faces and eyes tell me how surprised, some of you shocked even, you are that her knife found itself sheathed in his flesh. I o...
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Spaghetti, Meatballs, and Parodies
It was a siege, but no one was in danger of starvation. The city’s walls shuddered as meatballs slammed into them. Between the catapults and the walls, tendrils of semolina five feet thick snaked through the mud and bodies to worry at the foundat...
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What Makes Me Cry?
“What makes me cry? Jeez, we’ve only known each other a few weeks and you already want me to emasculate myself?” I flashed her a wary grin. “Oh, come on. You’re a sensitive guy,” she joked, but was serious too. It wa...
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Perception
Perfection. I didn’t believe in it anymore. No matter how finely divided, delineated, or defined, it fell short. No matter how close it was not perfect, and that knowledge eats at us. It feeds on our old memories of older dreams. I forced myself ...
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Would it be different this time?
Even now, after all these years, I still remember you fondly. Well, more than fondly. At times I wonder what I would do if you wanted to get back together. I know you’ve moved on, that odds of such a thing are as close to zero as can be, but stil...
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The Last Meeting
Her tired feet stopped where the earth ended and wood began. Soil and pebbles were scattered over the first few boards. Her gaze lifted to study the entrance, the frame and the roof beyond. Vines had crept from the forest behind her to writhe up and ar...
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Not As It Was Made
Vaklir of now is not as it was made. The firelings raised volcanoes to boil the sea and when it fell from the sky to cleanse the Cloud Knives of the Zora it carved a new sea at their base, and their bodies choked its terrible fjords. Their spirits haun...
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Life and living it
If I ever loose the ability to find the absurd and the silver lining, as well as smile at either, please shoot me.
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The Plain of Bones
The woman clambered to the top of the hill of bones. The sound of her ragged breathing carried far into the half-light that revealed the plain before her. A plain stained red-brown from countless battles over the course of untold years. Tattered souls ...
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And What Do Poems Make?
“From where do poets come?” I was taken aback. Poets made us, brought us into being. It had never occurred to me to ask such a thing. “I don’t know.” His scornful laugh grated on my soul and made me shiver. Of course I did...
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Hills in Starlight
“In those days the Larinda still ruled the land, wise and benevolent. These four hills were the towers of their mightiest castle. Not green with grass as they are now, but white stone reaching to the sky, bright in the sunlight, glittering in the...
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The Touch
Perhaps it’s odd, though crushes are illogical and what standards of oddness apply is difficult to judge, but what I loved most about her was how she felt. I mean the literal, physical sensations I experienced when my skin meet hers. The curve of...
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The Cycle
As I plodded along upstream (up was out, right?) with a slosh-squish of wet sneakers in slime and sewage I noticed the current flow had changed. As I crept back, I peered at the oozing filth and shortly reached the spot where the direction changed, whe...
