House Rules

Hello guest, Thank you for choosing our home. We know that there are lots of great options out there, so we appreciate your decision to stay with us. Here are a few House Rules to help you get situated, and to make sure that your stay here is as enjoyable as possible. Check in is after 4 PM and check out is before 12 PM. You are welcome to park on the street, but you will need to move your vehicle into the driveway overnight.

the harmony of the spheres

Melanie fell in love with Xander the moment she saw him. He’d transferred in at the beginning of the semester, and nearly everything about him excited her: his shoulder-length, curly brown hair; his trim, toned body; the way he wore a coat or blazer everywhere he went. And the accent! German by way of Australia. If people swooned nowadays, she would have swooned. Unfortunately, she felt like he had no idea that she existed.

a conversation with my cat

“Hola, Señor.” “Hello, cat.” “It is a lovely and glorious day today, is it not? The sun is shining, the birds are chirping…” “You’re not supposed to be on the table. What do you want?” “Well, speaking of birds – since you won’t let me outside to eat them, would you instead treat me to a bite of your pizza?” “No.” “No?” “No.” “I see. Well, these are tumultuous times that we live in.

sacred geometry, part 6

Last time on Sacred Geometry: Part 4 | Part 5 “So what’s the plan?” asked Ben as he joined Scarlett in at the window.  “Plan?” Scarlett stared at him. “You don’t have a plan?” “Stay the fuck away from any cows. Scare the kids off. That’s about all I got.” Ben frowned. “Do you think they’re dangerous? I could grab the shotgun.” Scarlett winced. If there was one thing she liked less than cows, it was guns.


Peter stood outside the dingy, two-story colonial that was covered in mildewed siding and topped by a rotting roof and wondered what the hell he’d agreed to. The house had been Abby’s idea from the beginning; an hour’s drive from the city, nestled on ten wooded acres, it was a handyman’s special. “Remember, I grew up in the country,” she had said when they sat in their downtown loft and discussed the idea.

how to find the shadowlands

To find your way to the Shadowlands, the twilight realm where the Night Things dwell, you must first pay homage to the Raven Queen. The customary offering is a bushel of dates, left under under an oak tree at midnight on the eve of the new moon. She is most hungry when the air is cool and there are more leaves on the ground than in the trees, but some have reported reported rare success when the world is still vibrant and green.

sacred geometry, part 5

New to the series? Start with Part 1. “Why wouldn’t you want to be probed?” asked Jim. “How many other people can say they’ve been abducted by extraterrestrials and had their DNA extracted? That would be so amazing!” Scarlett thought for a moment, and struggled to find a response. Finally, she just shrugged. “I’m not sure how to answer that.” Scarlett had ventured out of the city to investigate a report of UFO crop circles at a local farm.

sacred geometry, part 4: vesica piscis

>> New to the series? Start with Part 1. “This is why I don’t do UFO stuff,” Scarlett thought angrily as she gingerly removed her foot from the middle of a cow patty. “Too many fields, too many cows, too much bullshit.” The past month had been a blur. She’d survived an attack – the details of which she still didn’t remember – that had left her in the hospital for a week.

sacred geometry, part 3: sine wave

“What do we have here?” Scarlett wondered as she opened the package she’d found waiting on her front porch when she got home. She often received packages from the fans of her blog, Things That Go Bump in the Night, but she never knew quite what to expect. Sometimes they were interesting, sometimes creepy, occasionally disgusting – but they were never dull. She cut the packing tape, folded back the top, and brushed away a handful of packing peanuts.

sacred geometry, part 2: golden spiral

“The one thing that I never thought I’d find in church…” Scarlett paused, frowned, and deleted the text. She’d been trying to figure out how to start the newest post for her blog, Things That Go Bump in the Night, for the better part of an hour. Each time she thought she had the first sentence, she ended up deleting it. “So sleepy,” her brain muttered to her. “Let’s go to bed.