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Here's a digital version of the latest Grimoire zine, Volume II: August'25
Three Novelettes and Blue Moon Seeds — coming soon to Amazon: Amazon.com
When darkness surrounded the house, I stood, watching it all, for a while; before creeping through the door.
Some thin streak of light hung from somewhere. Nausea and exhaustion wrestled me to the ground and stomped me out; curiosity joined in at some point. Wet thunder crashed onto the lower deck of the house. Then the lights came on.
The place was tastefully furnished. Clean, pristine table sets and couches on clean old oak wood floors. The walls in the wide halls held sleek, surreal paintings and old jazz records on display.
I heard a noise, down at the end of the first hallway, by the staircase. I thought it was a staircase. I thought about turning, running outside, and jumping back into the water. Instead, I crept close to the noise as it grew, and grew, and then I heard the music. I recognized it. It was Bitches Brew by Miles Davis. I remembered it. We used to stay up through the warm night, during those summers—now so sore. Those days ache and burn for recovery. They cry and crawl to lost hopes.
The staircase was, in fact, a great big one. It must have led to the top of the towering retreat, wrapping around and around, giving dozens and dozens of opportunities to reconsider. The winds were knocking; no one's home! As I approached the top of the stairs, the house began to sway.
I crawled to the top. In the hall upstairs, a record player spun vinyl, while a whistle from the fourth room accompanied; the free flowing trumpet blared fierce melodies, and the whistle mounted. As the house bobbed and weaved; I heard windows shatter and water swarm in, downstairs. I hit the ground, along with the record player. The music skipped; I heard violent winds and the water rushing, then quickly picked myself up.
I stumbled past the broken record player and into the fourth room. I saw, through the window, out of the dark, it looked as if the entire ocean had formed one gigantic wave, closing in on the house. It hit, and the house collapsed into soft sand beneath my feet.
Read the rest in Blue Moon Seeds... Or right here.