Mrs. Peabody smiled over my right shoulder and said, in her genteel old Mrs. Peabody voice, “Why, hello there.”

I didn’t bother to look around. Mrs. Peabody talked to someone over one of my shoulders almost every time I gave her medications. Thing was, there was never anyone there. Not in this dimension, anyway. I...   read more »

Pale silver blue eyes slowly fluttered open, taking in every detail of where he was in a single blink. He was on an overstuffed sofa, a pillow under his head and a thick blanket thrown over him. There was a wooden ceiling fan above his head, slowly spinning, its lights were on but still...   read more »

The young FBI agent Halo Spencer looked out the side of his sunglasses to the older agent seated beside him. The other agent’s hair was white-blonde, contrasting to a completely black suit that was tailored to his too-thin frame. His eyes were silver like a Husky’s and his skin was pale to the point of transparency but not sickly in any way. His lips pressed into a disapproving line as he looked down at the case file on the table between them. Halo studied his profile in the half-dark of twilight and thought maybe he was an angel. It took him a moment to remember he’d stopped believing in angels.

Fine then,He decided. He’s a sculpture come to life or a god once sent to earth and then forgotten. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Today, he’s just my boss.

“What do you make of this Agent Spencer?” He asked in a voice...   read more »

It was an exceedingly dull party. All the rich people of New Orleans were dragging around Old Man Caprian’s garden, celebrating the wedding of his youngest to the youngest of some other wealthy, boring person; drinking expensive wine and whiskey and trying to forget themselves. I was circling the outside of the main body of people, doing my damndest not to fit in, and feeling the bodice of my dress getting tighter and tighter and tighter, until I simply couldn’t take it anymore. I dropped my glass on a waiter’s tray and hurried into the house.

There were crowds there, too, in the main hall and the formal front parlor. Feeling pressed in, I kept moving on, seeking an empty room. Finally, in desperation, I asked a servant where I could go for a moment of privacy.

“Oh, upstairs, Ma’am. Feel free to use anyone of the guest rooms. Top...   read more »

Demonstrating his skill
In dissecting
Obscene grin spreads
Getting the better of him, he laughs
Each little incision is eternity
No need to rush
Eternity is passing
Silence

Angels weep when he smiles
Loving the curve of his lips
Overjoyed at the statues movement
Yearning to see him smile again
Soon it is past
Into memory
Until he smiles again
Silence...   read more »

Your skin is like the alabaster, prized
By the ancient Egyptians
Who fashioned it into lamps
To burn precious oil.

You walk like the cat
Praised by the Egyptians
Who worshipped the aloof
Sleek, mysterious feline.

Eyes like the blue sky
In which travels the sun
Your eyes are warmer
And more deadly.

Will you walk along the Nile?
Will you notice the women
Longing for you as you pass by?
Will you be tempted by less than a goddess?

You smell of the lotus
Hypocrite Lecteur
Did one of the ladies find fair
In your cold eyes?

You are muscled like a statue
But colder
And harder
And less alive

I love you
As the Greek Echo loved Narcissus
All you hear is what you say to me
But I am pleased to resonate your voice

Is your heart lighter than a feather?
Oh man with whom the Gods find fit
To challenge and put to death
Magician, executioner, Osiris....   read more »

*Spoilers*
*Profanity*
*Ruthless Humour*
---This story takes place AFTER my other two fanfics, i.e. in this order:

‘Wait Till Helene Comes’ (Not yet posted! Heh. I’m savin’ it for Hallowe’en.)
‘The New Orleans Patient’
‘Raised On Robbery’ (I was writing this one before I started on Helene, but I finished Helene first. Go figure!)

Again, I don’t own Pendy. Mr. Preston and Mr. Child do. They made him what he is. But, as far as I know, I wrote the poem first. However, Joni Mitchell wrote ‘Raised On Robbery’, which is in italics. And this is my first songfic, well, it’s sort of one. It’s not as good as TNOP, but y’all ought to have fun, regardless! I seriously recommend getting the cd – joni mitchell hits- if only to listen to the song...er, all of them, really. Especially the first and fifth. Heh. (album: Court and Sparks)

Also, while I’m at it, those of you who dislike...   read more »

Perhaps she had been possessed by demons temporarily. On reflecting back, Special Agent Anna Cady could not come up with any other explanation as to why she would have ever tangled, literally as well as figuratively, with Special Agent Aloysius Pendergast. A momentary leave of her senses? Some sort of breakdown? Whatever it was, he had surprisingly responded in kind. Well, perhaps not so surprising. They had never treated each other with kid gloves.

It had been a bad day. A long, drawn out, annoying bad day, the kind filled with pressure from above, nasty sniping remarks from colleagues, constant questions about the last job she had been on from the AIC, and where was the rest of her paperwork? On days like this, Cady realized she was unfit company for man or beast by five o’clock. She left the building at the end of her workday without a word...   read more »