Sebella Sigel
Stories (20/0)
Lighthouses on the Edge of Infinity
The worse thing about this whole damn shitcan transfer surprisingly enough wasn’t the heat. Though, it was the kind of hot that cracked rock and dirt apart enough to resemble each other, stone baked air rippling above it from dawn till dusk, it still wasn’t the worst thing about the move.
By Sebella Sigel4 years ago in Horror
Armoring Shadows
Chapter 4: A dive called Paradise The day it happened, it started out like any other. I remember it was a Tuesday. Nothing important was ever supposed to happen on a Tuesday. I was there minding my own business while getting wasted in Paradise, which was not as fun as it sounds.
By Sebella Sigel4 years ago in Futurism
Beware the Night
One fine day in the Shoal, the waiting space between worlds, the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone were discussing the topic of love over wine. Once upon a journey on that very same day, a masked traveler met the Fates, the trinity of witches resting on the side of a dusty road, enjoying cups of wine, the kind of rare vintage that only time could make. Interested in their discussion, the traveler who was an Owl Mage asked the three what they thought love was, if it could be summed up in just one word.
By Sebella Sigel4 years ago in Futurism
Beware the Night
“Things are changing." The Wood Elf prince, who would eventually lose his crown to call himself Puck, smiled politely at the forest ghost, amused by its warning. The Dead were vague little things really, though there were those who thought the dearly departed were full of great and terrible knowledge. That they were permanently linked to visions of the past, or of the future, possibly both.
By Sebella Sigel4 years ago in Futurism
Beware the Night
Of all the unlikely places to go, the old forgotten pumpkin patch that bordered the woods by her home was one of Madeline’s favorites. Overgrown and neglected in most places, the little girl especially loved it during the fall when the sky stayed permanently overcast, and the weather was cool to the touch morning, noon, and night. It was the time of year when Madeline felt the most alive.
By Sebella Sigel4 years ago in Futurism
Lighthouses on the Edge of Infinity
“Who’s the new meat?” The group sitting at the table glared in unison at Malone and his guest, the two quite mismatched in appearance despite their shared company. Malone was older, the dapper Italian gentleman with tanned olive skin and a flashy smile was dressed fairly well in a tailored, dark blue three piece suit and tie. His articles of writing tended to get published more often than the rest gathered here so he had the money to spend on the nicer things in life. In keeping up with appearances and the latest fashions, a constant paycheck is a must.
By Sebella Sigel4 years ago in Futurism
Beware the Night
Rose was minding her own business, which was to say she was being the responsible one. She was actually minding the business of the Hodge Podge because someone had to from time to time since they were still missing their third. Rose found her reading interrupted though when something viciously blue and bubbling was shoved under her nose by a very enthusiastic fire witch.
By Sebella Sigel4 years ago in Futurism