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Odium remembered nothing before the barren heat of the desert. It was the hammer of the sun that taught him the value of shade and the value of pace. It was his mother, however, that taught him the skill it took to bring down the ghulduk, a great, hovering creature that drifted on the winds of the desert. Yielding a decent amount of meat and a leathery hide that could withstand the worst of the sun’s abuse, the ghulduk was a rare, essential gift from the arid wasteland. One of the few other treasures the desert yielded to its children was an ever shifting landscape: to see, but to not be seen.

Everything is going up in smoke, and the cats have started to die. No one should have noticed, of course, but it’s hard to ignore a four year old hollering about Fluffy. It was an epidemic of neglect, and those who did not deserve to suffer did the most. But when everything is ash, it’s hard to tell the difference between deserve and causality.

It was a night for the stars to sing. The birth of a new era of prosperity was upon them, igniting the fires of lust and hope among the people. The sound of festivities were carried to the shaman on an intermittent wind, which, as tradition demanded, he could not partake in. Groddek was the spiritual leader of the people, so the arenas of gluttony and carnal desire were not his to fight in.

By Laura Kemmerer

For the farther you travel into the interior of outer space, you shall know wonder.
For the farther you travel you shall become imbued with the light of the stars;
and you begin to misunderstand compassion.
For the farther you travel, you shall lose your humanity.

When I was small enough to fit in a sink, I began making the yearly trip to the family cottage in Godfrey, Ontario. The name Godfrey, which is a fairly unassuming name, inspires images of a plain, homely looking fellow that has spent too much time in the sun working the fields. The lake, which the cottage is situated by, bears an even plainer, homelier name: Bob. No one knows where the name came from originally; not even my mother, who has been coming up since she was small enough to fit in a sink herself. But with Bob’s Lake 400 miles of forested shoreline, charming towns and cottages that have been in the same family for more than one generation, this place is far from plain or homely.

Being an avid attendee of Renaissance Faires both large and small, I was excited to hear of the Midsummer Renaissance Faire to be held in Lehighton, PA. Open only two weekends, June 5 & 6 and the following weekend of the 12 & 13, each day of the Faire had something new to offer.

When one thinks of Greek mythology, images of Zeus’ infidelity, Hera’s jealousy and the soaring peaks of Mount Olympus immediately spring to mind.  The myths themselves are larger than life when they are brought into the media.  The Clash of the Titans is a remake of the classic, further contributing to the trend of remakes [...]

When you were little, you were afraid of the things that went bump in the night.  Could it be a ghost, coming to scare you?  Or could it be something far more sinister; a wolven creature of the night, come to snack on your innards?  The Wolfman is a cinematic venture, intended as a remake [...]

We have finally made contact with creatures from another planet, but it was not in the way we expected. A mothership has come to reside in the skies above Johannesburg, South Africa. The ship has remained silent and inactive for months. Officials have taken the initiative and cut into the ship, not sure of what [...]