Little wonder we stumble in life.

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Nerds, Costumes and Epic Diem

Just recently, back on the 21st of September, I went to a nerdfest called Epic Diem. I got a bag of stuff, bought some things, saw some cosplayers and got to experience things like seeing Queenie-chan, watching a cosplay competition, and seeing people fake swordfighting in the medieval style.

It was the first convention I’d been to since I was a little kid, going to a Pokemon convention, just around the time Game Boy Advance was coming out.

It was cool. And I was there all day, 10-6pm. A lot of that time, I was on my own. But look, I bought some gloves, and I got some Slytherin garb.


Unfortunately, I forgot to charge my camera, so by the time my parents arrived, my camera was out of juice. But I’ll show you what I can.

First things first. I saw Queenie-chan at the very start of the day. Wanna see?

Okay, now that you’ve seen Queenie, here’s what’s left of my photos.

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Character Sketch #3 – Seth

The darkness was almost vaudevillian on his own. He was in control of this place, he had to remind himself, and there was nothing haunted about it; kids came here all the time with their parents, he’d seen it, if not recently. This place was very much still alive. If it wasn’t, he wouldn’t have gotten as far as he had in his business, in his vulnerable early years, he would’ve crashed it to the ground.

But he had succeeded, and that first success had led to greater successes. One success, and he had destroyed the possibility of failure. There was always the threat, but it was far from him. It couldn’t touch him now.

And of course, that success came back to him now, a sort of comfort as he took out the trash. The stars above him, too, lit a path by what few lights remained of the park darkened enough to be bound to the stars.

That too was calming. And disturbing, as well.

But of course, no matter what happened behind closed doors, he would always know that blood, he’d know murder. Nothing more vaudevillian than murder — except perhaps corsets.

And Orion wasn’t dead. Even worse than murder, he was still alive to torment them, still around to drive them into their darkness. As if Seth’s own wasn’t worse enough. It never was, to outsiders, to people who couldn’t see it. What was his pain, compared to theirs?

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Unlimit-dead Parking

That car had been parked in the same space every time he had come to the lot. He drove slowly past it again, determined to do something about it but with no idea what.

He parked inside on the first floor, lucking out with a spot right by the entrance and walked back, moving slower, exposed to the pavement, but reaching closer.

The driveway leading to the public lot had parallel parking spaces cut away to the right. He looked into the front window and spotted a disability tag.

His eyes darted up to the curbside sign. Disabled Parking. Of course.

He looked into the rest of the car, but found no more evidence of who this driver was, or how long the car had really been here for.

He called the police. He wasn’t sure entirely, but he thought that it must’ve been the same car.

“Yeah, I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, but this car has been parked here for over a week. I’m sure its not illegal but… It’s the lot on George Street, by the way. I just worried… I don’t have time to stick around though… Work.”

“Of course, sir. We’ll look into that for you.”

As he returned that evening, there was a police rope-off, and a massive crowd of civilians, spectators, and authorities. As he passed into the lot from the left, he spotted the problem.

It was that car.

“Excuse me, what’s going on here?” he asked, called across to a fellow in a yellow vest.

“A murder was discovered right near here, in one of the buildings. This is his car.”


Trifecta – Mask

It had all happened so suddenly.

One minute a volcano had erupted, the next the entire US was without a food source, and he was driving in the middle of a desert that looked more like a snowfield, to a place where it was known that crop seeds lay safe inside a warehouse.

Of course, it would take much more than just the crops themselves; America would need a place to raise them, and of course the government had greenhouses all over the country for that. But there was one more danger out here, dangerously close to ground zero…

Zombies, previously creatures of fiction, were now fact, destroyed by the supernatural volcano deep within the heart of Yellowstone. It just so happened that the storehouse was in that same region, almost the same state, as the famous national park.

The people once known as and laughed at Doomsday Preppers might yet save the human race. He tightened his air mask; even in this regal limo, he didn’t feel safe.

It wasn’t a wide open area like the Sahara out there, nothing but yellow sands and one solitary road. This desert was dirtier and rockier than that, just on the edge. And just when the President finally thought he was safe… this road trip was about to get a lot rockier.

He pulled his seatbelt tighter against him as the awkward, long car was sent over high and low rock hills, landing smoothly or jarringly each time. They had to get away, for the good of their country. But no matter how fast they sped, the zombies were somehow faster.

Darkness fell, even through the tinted windows, and they knew they had failed. They had caught up. All the dead and rotting bodies pressed up against the windows, smashing them, pale hands reaching out.

“The President!” called the driver, and he could see the flash of a phone. “We won’t make it! You have to –”

The line went dead.

Tale for Trifecta

Inspired by a game on my phone called Zombie Road Trip



“Well? Don’t just stand around! Come in!” called the doctor.

“Well, she certainly sounds cheery,” said Meena.

“Either that or impatient,” said Leena.

“Funny how those two cross over,” said Meena, and the twins followed each other inside.

“Sit down,” their doctor offered as they came into the room.

“Charming,” Leena decided, “cheery,” Meena agreed, “that’s what it is,” they said in unison.

“And a girl doctor too, that’s a plus,” said Leena.

“You would say that,” said Meena.

Their doctor’s expression remained oblivious and still, despite their comments. Leena and Meena sat down, and their doctor sat down across from them.

“I don’t quite know how to tell you this,” she said, all charm and cheer suddenly gone from her voice. “One of you is fine…” she said, then turned to Meena. “However, Meena, you’re scan came back and… you’re positive.”

“Not charm,” muttered Leena.