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"Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That’s where the most important things…"

by cnkguy
"Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That’s where the most important things…"

“Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That’s where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go.”

Rebecca Solnit (via quotemadness)
Source: Tales of Necromancy


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January 2019 #580

by cnkguy
January 2019 #580

H:
(coughing) Darlin’, there’s a little coffee left if you want
it?

Me: Always. …Thank you.

H:
I wasn’t sure I’d see you.

Me: I want to sleep, but it won’t help. I’m sorry I kept you up
last night.

H:
Do you regret it?

Me: No.

H:
Then you’ve nothing to apologize for. (coughing) With your
hair like that I feel I ought give you some of my clothes.

Me: Turn me into a Sunday Gentleman? They were in debtor’s
prison and would dress nice on Sunday when they were allowed to roam, in the
hope of snaring a bride to fix their debts.

H:
(coughing and lighting a cigarette, amused) You have need of
a bride?

Me: Wretch. … What would you dress me in?

H:
I have a winter suit in dark grey. It would be rather long,
but serviceable. A linen shirt with grey ticking. My new plum waistcoat, and a
black cravat. Do you have a stickpin?

Me: Not sure, but I have necklaces I could wear in place.

H:
The silver spirit board.

Me: That would tame a cravat. I wish I could dress like that. It
would make me feel better about cutting off my hair like an idiot.

H:
And prove you more androgynous?

Me: That too.

H:
In your stories… Cait never cut her hair. But she refused to
wear a dress for reasons akin to yours.

Me: Good point. What if she nicks Morrow’s straight razor to do
it? That would terrify him.

H:
(coughing) And give reason for his later conclusions as to
her treatment.

Me: It’s also a parallel – 1790, 1870, 2015.

H:
Echoes, yes.

Me: Thank you.

H:
Sometimes even a muse requires a mirror.

Me: Fuck – I need to start writing again. I haven’t written in-

H:
Too long. You should – it makes you happy darlin’.

Me: I’ve let the inertia of this place get to me. I should start
writing and drawing again even if I haven’t the space for grander projects. Do
you mind if I put more coffee on?

H:
Go ahead.

Me: You don’t happen to have any other insights do you?

H:
Not that come to mind. Better?

Me: Black coffee and a shot of the bourbon on the side is one of
the best things ever.

H:
Kept me alive on a trail or two.

Me: The vendetta?

H:
Others too, but yes. Was the only thing along with spite
that kept me in the saddle. You ever ridden?

Me: A bit when I was little, but no, not properly the way you
mean.

H:
It’s the miles and hours that do it. Wouldn’t think it takes
much to stay in a saddle. But guiding the horse, holding your posture, not able
to give up until you camp at dusk… Coffee and stale biscuits and a blanket on
the ground… You ever slept outside?

Me: In that sort of climate and terrain? Once. It was fun
drinking wine by the campfire, but when trying to sleep it was bastard freezing
and very uncomfortable. I have no idea how you did it.

H:
Spite, I think – that’s what you’d call it. I told myself I
was bringing Alekto, Megaera and Tisiphone with me. If I faltered they might
loose the scent… Don’t scowl so. You would have done the same.

Me: Probably, but that’s not why I’m scowling. I’m just sorry
you had to suffer through all that.

H:
Trials beset the righteous and unrighteous alike. I have yet
to figure to which camp I belong… Don’t drink the grounds!

Me: Yeah, but Tiresias is sleeping on my lap and-

H:
Don’t look so baleful darlin’, I’ll brew some more.

Me: Thank you.

H:
You should write that scene that’s boiling away in your
head.

Source: Tales of Necromancy


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effulgentpoet: favorite genres and archetypes: GHOST…

by cnkguy
effulgentpoet: favorite genres and archetypes: GHOST…

effulgentpoet:

favorite genres and archetypes:

GHOST STORIES

“Being a ghost must feel like drowning all the time: All you ever do is
look up to the sky, forgetting you have anchors.“ – Sean Glatch

Source: Tales of Necromancy


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December 2018 #579

by cnkguy
December 2018 #579

(Continued from #578)

H:
Do you wish to speak on what brings you here at this hour?

Me: No. I
don’t think it’s fair on anyone if I tell you. And there’s nothing to be done
anyway, so…

H:
(upset and angry as he perceives Kal to blame)

Me: No. Kal is my friend – always. It’s just that money and sex
and children and how much we’re supposed to have of any of them – that’s what
causes strain. We don’t always want the same thing so someone has to capitulate.
I do; I’m certain he has too.

H:
To what?

Me: This isn’t a fun conversation.

H:
(coughing) You opened the wound – let it drain.

Me: Metaphorically – not all over your damn floor!

H:
(coughing) The pine’s taken worse. … You can’t tug that
collar any higher or the coat closed any tighter.

Me: So all I’m doing is interrupting your sleep to be angst-ridden
in your coat. Fuck.

H:
Darlin’, you’re the only one complaining.

Me: …Despite the inertia
of time in the Stormlands, what would you like the new year to bring?

H:
(coughing and gesturing for another shot of whiskey) The
best of life.

Me: Specifically!

H:
You haven’t read my cards.

Me: True. Would you like them now or would you rather wait ‘til
I’m in a fit state – or at least clothed?

H:
Let’s wait.

Me: (tugging coat tighter)

H:
Darlin’, what are you trying to hide?

Me: Me.

H:
From all?

Me: Yes! …I don’t want to show anyone… but if you see me, I
don’t mind.

H:
(coughing) Darlin’, tell me the hurt – (coughing) – I may not
be able to cure it, but the telling often salves.

Me: No, not this evening, thank you. I should sleep and let you
do the same.

H:
Do I receive no say?

Me: What would you say?

H:
(coughing) Return my coat. Or let me claim it.

Me: …In a sexy way or in a curl up and sleep way?

H:
(amused) You’re drunk and I’m
dead – it would be immoral.

Me: Smart arse. You’re welcome to curl up with me. If your lungs
or my inebriation can cope with further I’d be surprised but am up for the
debate.

Source: Tales of Necromancy


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mysteriousplanchette: The manifestation of the spirit Katie King…

by cnkguy
mysteriousplanchette: The manifestation of the spirit Katie King…

mysteriousplanchette:

The manifestation of the spirit Katie King appears at a Philadelphia séance in this wonderful illo from Frank Leslie’s magazine, 1874. #seance #spiritualism #ectoplasm #medium #illustration #spiritualist #ghost #spirit #katieking #occult
https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs8A03rlUSR/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1stixlanfyy4g

Source: Tales of Necromancy


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December 2018 #578

by cnkguy
December 2018 #578

H:
Darlin’… I have a spare nightshirt.

Me: I didn’t mean to be lewd – Kal’s asleep and I didn’t want to
wake him finding clothes.

H:
Are you cold darlin’?

Me: A little.

H:
(coughing) Give me a moment … (H puts the coat he sewed the
bedlam badge to around my shoulders)

Me: Thank you. (trying not to cry) Jesus brain, stop making a
scene.

H:
Has no other man ever given you his coat?

Me: Sort of, but it’s never worked out.

H:
(coughing) O?

Me: I was dressed like a saloon girl but perfectly warm; I
didn’t want the boy’s coat and he ended up chasing me round Cambridge with it.
Or there was another boy who gave me his coat, but later watched in silence as
I left it on the beach at midnight and tried to drown myself.

H:
(coughing) When?

Me: Before your time. Or I’ve been stood on a freezing roadside
for hours and none of the boys I was with offered… Maybe that’s why I have so
many coats. If I have the perfect one for every occasion I won’t have to rely
on anyone’s kindness.

H:
(coughing) Darlin’…

Me: I’m sorry. I came to wish you a happy new year, but it’s not
going how I intended.

H:
(leaning over to light a cigarette from my candle causing
the flame to ebb and dance)

Me: Would you like me to go?

H:
No. No, I would not. Have you any bourbon?

Me: Yes. (I pour a shot and return the bottle to the floor before
offering him the glass)

H:
It is disturbing how you seem to put it through the bed. Not
so disturbing that I wouldn’t – (smiles, toasts me, drinks. Coughs and smiles
again) I am not one to complain, but how is it I have a naked sorceress in my
coat on my bed, offering me bourbon?

Me: Offering?!

H:
Sharing.

Source: Tales of Necromancy


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