Cables tie us Hold us tight To one spot Even invisible ones Chains Keeping us busy Keeping us attentive Keeping us productive and consuming So when they are cut We are lost Unable to produce As we once did
A single mote of stardust sparkles bright in endless black drifting No goal, no direction for time that feels eternity Nothing Cold, cold Nothing
And then Attracted to another Bright shining mote Joined together Bound in twisting dance round and round and down What seems forever togetherness never apart again
The other comes with more attachments gathering around A family, a clan a get together that has no end a bouncy, rowdy party as things heat up
And the happening attracts more and the numbers swell the dances speed and the steps multiply with complexity The place is hotting up as events coalesce
Then the point of no return This is the place to be the single mote has pulled more that could be dreamed and the crowds rush in and in and down the crowds become a crush And the heat gives rise to new forms of dance and new energy as the crowds arise
And then the circle is complete as the fire starts to burn and the lonely mote is now the heart of brand new burning star
A collection of short stories concerning ghosts. Some are traditional ghost stories in the tradition of M.R. James and Edgar Allan Poe. Other are not. Some scare, some are fun. Some play with the concept of a ghost. There are ghosts who are out for revenge and the living avenging the spirits that curse them.
Ideal for sitting around a campfire and late at night under the covers. Or maybe not if the stories themselves are any guide.