At night I pray and clean my gun

[stillsostrange]

The ghouls didn't want to put out today. But--miracle of miracles--a short story did. I poked at Salem's story some more, getting 204 words and a slightly clearer idea of where I'm going. It goes something like:

He's a grizzled, time-tossed Norse god tending bar in a ghost town. She's a strong-willed, cat-loving craftswoman descended from a line of powerful witches. They fight crime!

Also, I found the best picture ever for this story. Yes, in my universe that old tree-hanger is played by Tom Waits.

Exercise was dancing, 175 crunches, and clumsy-ass fencing.

I am retaining enough water to last a fremen sitch for days.

Comments

[ultharkitty.livejournal.com]

I remember the beginning of Salem's story, I enjoyed that muchly. So, now they're fighting crime, there's no monkey sex?

[stillsostrange.livejournal.com]

So, now they're fighting crime, there's no monkey sex?

I imagine they'll find time for both.

[stakebait.livejournal.com]

I am retaining enough water to last a fremen sitch for days.

Bwah! If I didn't need every last drop of OJ to cure my common cold, that totally would've been a spit take.