Category Archives: Legends

While mustangs are abundant in the West, nobody here has seen a unicorn. And though some Salem ladies once confessed to witchery, our homeland is forlorn of wizards, warlocks, covens in the night, familiars, fauns or fairies in the wood, … Continue reading →

If menstruating women bring bad luck, and childbirth’s a devil-daring deed, if every woman hungers for a fuck and ultimately has no other need, if feminine equipment is impure, unruly both in body and in mind, and women must be … Continue reading →

The first divergent thinker, Lilith was the older sister to our mother Eve, the spinster aunt exiled from us, because she wouldn’t necessarily believe. The second woman disobedience and from it time and death bequeathed to us, but Lilith willed … Continue reading →

A polished tower arrows to the sky, its walls ceramic smooth, its silhouette a column soaring twenty stories high, and near the peak’s a single parapet. The tower’s moat is vicious botany, organic fence of thorny obstacles, and round the … Continue reading →

The brute awaits, upon his marble bed, an individual inspired to choose a path apart, pick up the clue, and use the braid amazement, paying out a thread compounded of expectancy and dread and recollection, twisted in a fuse that … Continue reading →

An eddy of belligerence within a lake of love – that’s how my joy arose: my offspring sprung from me, with satin skin and silken curls and grace that only grows in him more potent with each passing year. From … Continue reading →

Imagine females trickier than sin whose visages can petrify a man uncowed by fear. Envision silky skin as gray as wasting death. Now if you can embellish them with snakes instead of hair: Set vipers undulating round their heads; let … Continue reading →

Our mother bore six babies in one birth. Each ovary produced three daughters, same as self. She loosed our legend on the earth, by issue hideous and triplet name. We three are Graeae for our ashen tone, who share among … Continue reading →

A mass of metal glows upon the ground, intensely densely yellow-cored and cold. Beside it waddles awkwardly around the mutant goose that laid those eggs of gold. A solemn guardian presents your choice: Now which, he asks, would you prefer … Continue reading →