Chapter
I: The
Caffiene
Express
She drinks another cup of kohii, and slowly sinks down the rabbithole
into the city of blue-diamond dreams. Jazz pours softly from every corner of
the long main street, sweet and thick like molasses. Down the road to the east
--as if 'east' had meaning here-- she sees peaceful Quiddity, the sea of dreams.
To the west of the narrow neck lies the Tempest Sea, what brings the chaos and
nightmares its name implies. Satisfied that all is as it should be, she slithers
down the street, her blue-green dress throwing shimmers at the lounging shadows.
The night is young, and the Strip is long...
Chapter
II:The
Rose
Beneath the cool, blue glow of the flickering streetlights,
there was an unearthly light to her. He gazed out aross the dimly glittering
pavement at her, and she shimmered in his eyes like sparks on glimmerglass.
He vowed to meet her, but the method percolating through his mind brewed too
slowly and dripped too quickly for him to catch it in his empty hands. He set
a cracked cup beneath his brainstem, dropped a blood-dewed rose in her path
and sat down to await the java dreams are made of.
Chapter
III:
Song Before Shame
Sipping the steaming espresso of his plans, he phoned the owner
of the Silver Aspen and agreed cautiously to sing that night. The owner grew
dizzy as waves of disbelief rolled relentlessly over him --the boy had always
been painfully shy and stolidly reluctand to share his talentedly mellifluous
voice with the vicious and unrepentant world at large, or at least with this
small wedge betwixt the seas. Tonight, the owner knew, the boy would sing the
Selkie from the seas.
Chapter
IV: The Devil in Red
Chapter IV remains as of yet unwritten. Updates should follow soon.