Michael Davis
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It started out as a seemingly innocent question. At first Six thought she had misunderstood. “Don’t you mean, which room do I want?” She asked, “Because I thought we settled that the first night. I want the one on the top floor with the skylight.” “Of course of course.” Bael waved his hand. “But how big do you want it to be? Surely such a tiny room would be quite cramped. Don’t you want more room to stretch out and play?” “But rooms here, you can’t just make them bigger or…-
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Following the ball of light that she had summoned, Six found her way out of the maze. Waiting at the exit was a woman made entirely out of paper mache. She stood like a statue, her paper hair done up in a bun. “If you try anything my dog will eat you.” Six warned her. “I promise our intentions are pure. The one you destroyed was different than we are. He was mad… twisted… broken.” The woman explained. “He was pure longing and sorrow… desperation.” “AND WHAT ARE YOU?” Titan put…
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Matter existed in five distinct states: Solid, liquid, gas, plasma, and paperback. Gasses expanded to fill all available space and books were no different. Once they reached critical mass they exploded outward into every nook and crevice of a dwelling. A large enough literary critical mass event could scatter books under coffee tables, behind sofas, on top of stairs and inside nightstands. Or even packed in moving boxes that you could swear you had already looked inside a dozen times. Relativistic…
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While the watchdog was having the time of his life chasing a frisbee, Six snuck off in search of an unsupervised adventure. Her muddy feet took her into a used book shop on the far side of town. An incredibly hairy man in a nightgown and a blue knit cap sat behind the counter reading a book of fairy tales by the light of an old franklin stove. “Total crap.” He tossed the volume onto the flames and leaned forward to get a better look at Six. His copper framed reading glasses slipped down his long…
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An argument was brewing in the Stein household. “I don’t see why we have to welcome them to the neighborhood.” Julia grumbled. She had wanted to give them a very sensible bottom shelf cabernet but her husband had insisted on splurging for a Sonoma chardonnay. “Everyone loves California white wine.” Jim assured her. “I’m sure if we set a precedent of bringing over good booze they’ll reciprocate.” “I still don’t see why it has to be our wine. Look at it, it’s an unoaked coast grown…
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She had seen Bael attempt to cook before but something was different this time. He wasn’t just throwing ingredients together and hoping for the best. He was showing something that might have bordered on technique. “Alright, feel free to throw it in the trash if it isn’t good enough.” Bael said. “I’m still new at this cooking stuff and honestly I’m not sure if I understand it. But I gave it my best shot and I hope you like it.” “Why is the sour cream pink?” Maharet asked…
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Light was streaming through the living room window when Bael woke up. He hadn’t meant to doze off in his new recliner but the moans and wails of the ghosts had put him to sleep like a lullaby. He stretched out with a yawn and padded over to the kitchen to attempt to make some breakfast. Thus far all of his attempts had ended in blackened inedible messes but he was sure that eventually he would get it right. Besides, the smoke usually woke up Maharet who actually could cook. So it was really a…
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The house was dark, there were things creeping around in the basement and the hallways were so long and narrow that he was pretty sure if he gained another pound he would get stuck. There was also the matter of the writing on the wall that had greeted them once the realtor left. Bael had heard of poltergeists before. He understood that angry spirits sometimes lingered in the world of the living instead of moving on. But it had never occurred to him that one might have dyslexia. Unless of course the spirit…
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Curls of smoke rose from the bed where the two demons lay wrapped around each other. For a brief moment Bael felt like everything was right in the world. He had a beautiful fire demon resting her head on his chest and for once since he had come to the mortal realm he wasn’t cold. “Do you always… you know… smoke afterwards?” Bael asked. It didn’t bother him, it was just strange to see his lover breathing out fumes. With a look like the cat that had gotten the cream Maharet let out a soft sigh.…
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On the car ride back something was bothering Maharet and Bael was willing to bet that it wasn’t the smart car Murphy had pancaked on his way out of parking lot. Bael tried to ignore it at first but eventually caved. “What is it?” “We aren’t spending enough time with Six.” Maharet said. “The book I’ve been reading says that children need to do activities and spend time with their foster parents in order to create healthy relationships.” Too bad she was currently avoiding both of us, Bael…
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