After Nine Lives.

A cat dies and is ushered before the Throne of God. “Nice pad, mate!” says the cat, “I think I’ll stick around! ..."

Wolfenstein: A New Order and Another Castle.

A solid discussion of violence in video games.  Snapper nails it.

Night-Time is Always the Worst: Ch 5

Jonas had never been so far up in all his life. The sidewalks he was used to had no railings because it was only twenty centimetres to the street, not hectametres. He walked more carefully, one hand against the reassuring wall. The air was clearer up here, and the early morning light was almost blue after thousands of yellow and grey-green mornings below. He looked again at the address as a tungsten-yellow Phœnix Valkyrie roared past, freely sharing bullets with the DPD at close range. Jonas pulled his coat around himself, thanked the OneTrueGod for a day out of the factory, and prayed for Clara's safety.

Always Good for a Bad Pun

M.C. of the San Quentin Talent Show: "I've never had a more captive audience.  Thank you, gentlemen.  I'll be here all night.... Unfortunately." "I miss Ol' Rex every day since the day he died." / "That was the last day I did miss that dog." The Bedouin's daughters are pretty intense. "Waiter, there's a hair… Continue reading Always Good for a Bad Pun

Night-Time Is Always the Worst: Ch. 3

“I didn't like the way you treated Sam just now,” she said when he reached her table. “Sam was begging for it.” She was wearing something much too short, but Kriever was too busy to be impressed. “Put on a coat and take me uptown, doll,” he said.

The White Cobra: The Lair of the Cobra

We pushed our way through the shattered city. All around us were the signs of a race without hope, an entire nation devoid of both love and life. "Is this what they saw at Pompeii?" I wondered. Men and women both, dead before they died.

Pray for Iran and Iraq

Death toll from Sunday night's earthquake was being reported as upwards of 300 in Iran alone, as of 4:00 pm local time.  Lord God, watch over Your children and keep Your people safe.  Let their hope through this crisis testify to Your Son's power and His deliverance.  In Jesus' own most holy Name, let it… Continue reading Pray for Iran and Iraq

The Wolf’s Cry: Chapter Two

Were those footsteps?  He hid himself behind a massive oak—greater than any he had seen in Europe.  The trunk was more than five feet in diameter, and smelled musty—very musty.  He could almost smell the centuries of age in the bark. But there were the footsteps again!  This time he was sure of it.  He peered out around the trunk...

Done Honorably, This is Always Worthwhile Take care of the widow and the orphan...

More Bedtime Stories for All-Night Reading

Ladies and gentlemen, and scoundrels of all ages, this is the page for the stories. 

The Wolf’s Cry, Chapter One

"I'm wondering if there isn't a connection between this Viking’s appearance and our man's disappearance." "Yes, but I still don't know.  It's, I don't know.  So unusual..."

Shameless Plug for a Friend’s Poetry.

Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.” AIR A Song of Taliessin While walking out under the greenwood fair […] via… Continue reading Shameless Plug for a Friend’s Poetry.

Bedtime Stories to Read All Night

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The Legend of Gnat Bunker: An American Tall Tale.

It was a slow day in 1871...

What now?

This is a blog of, from, and occasionally about the undomesticated mind of one Josh Griffing, an artist and would-be SF/F writer with more book-learning than sense and the opinions to match.