The 2016 election was interesting because nobody won. Both of the major parties went miles out of their way to field the absolute least appealing candidates they could dredge up, and these candidates campaigned to gain “support” on the platforms of not being one another. At the end of the day, Donald Trump “won” with … Continue reading The Land Without a President (essay, politics and current events)
THE WIDOW Lizzie had to do it. It had been almost a year since she’d done it last, and she’d thought she was done with it, thought she’d finally be able to move on. But earlier that day she’d seen something—something routine, something innocuous, downright stupid—one of those magnetic yellow ribbons on the back of … Continue reading Short Story: ‘The Widow’ [BDSM supernatural erotica]
On the Late Massacre in Milton Who now recalls the ancient bygone days When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones? Who lives who saw the sacred shrines and groves Where painted men would honor demon-gods? Who saw them dancing ‘neath the standing stones When sacred fires burned on solstice-days? All this … Continue reading Poem: ‘On the Late Massacre in Milton’
Back the Way you Came My cousin Erwin is one of the best people I know. Erwin is also nuttier than a squirrel cellar. I don’t know all the details, and it’s none of my business, but Erwin never had much of a childhood. He never talked much, and he sported shiners from time to … Continue reading Short story: ‘Back The Way You Came’ (Rural horror / Southern Gothic)
The Wake Phearson studied Jared O’Brien’s corpse, and he was troubled. Phearson O’Toole was no stranger to death; he’d served in the County Irregulars as a young man and seen action in various disputes and blood-feuds ever since. But the way Old Jared’s mortal flesh lay neatly set on the dining room table . . … Continue reading The Wake (short story) (Gothic horror)
Queen of Night “People keep saying that Jesus is Lord He’ll take me in the Rapture, He’ll come with a sword Preachers on TV tell me I’m living wrong But I’ve tasted the lips of sweet Babalon “I know they call you the Queen of Damnation Our sacred love, abomination But dying in … Continue reading Queen of Night (short story) (FemDom fantasy erotica)
"In Hlesey the brides of the Berserkes slew I; Most evil they were, and all they betrayed. ... She-wolves they were like, and women but little; My ship, which well I had trimmed, did they shake; With clubs of iron they threatened, and Thjalfi they drove off." --Harbarthsljoth, trans. Henry Adams Bellows * Amazonia … Continue reading Amazonia (poem)
The tale of Sigurd the Volsung is one of the most important central narratives of pagan Germanic literature and continues to strongly influence the fantasy genre to this day, but translations are often gross oversimplifications or written in difficult and inaccessible language. Here, our hero presents a summary in her own words that she hopes … Continue reading Gretchen Ruins Heathenry, Part 2: The Volsungasaga in summary [story and video]
Westu hal, all my spear-Danes, and welcome to Gretchen Ruins Heathenry! For our first installment, we’re going to--apropriately--begin at the beginning and deal with one of my very favorite questions: Who were the very first Heathens? To answer that question, we’re gonna have to go back, way back, back into time, so far back that … Continue reading Gretchen Ruins Heathenry, Part One: Who Were the First Heathens?
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