Have fun and be safe. If you are going out partying, then designate a driver. Or, better yet, BE the designated driver.
Photo credit: ChloeAmandinekaren, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
Have fun and be safe. If you are going out partying, then designate a driver. Or, better yet, BE the designated driver.
Photo credit: ChloeAmandinekaren, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
I am truly honored to see my poem “The Beach House, Early Spring” appear in the Singapore-based Eunoia Review. You can find it right here.
The Eunoia Review is truly a first-rate international literary magazine; its commitment to sharing examples of “beautiful thinking” attracts the very best of creative work. I’m grateful to Founder and Editor Ian Chung for allowing me to see my work featured there.
This is me running from those goddam monster-people on the “From” tv show.
What the hell are they, anyway?
They’re not traditional vampires, zombies or ghouls; they don’t feed off of their victims … at least not physically. They’re not ghosts. (They’re corporeal and require sleep.)
Would they be shape-shifters? If so, they’ve got only two modes: 1) pale people and 2) fangtastic.
I read an interesting hypothesis on Reddit — that the word “from” actually means “fairy” in antiquated Welsh or Gaelic or something (kind of like the arcane “fae.”) But I’ve since lost track of that post.
Your guess is as good as mine. But they’re the scariest thing on television since the Night King’s wight army on “Game of Thrones.” (“True Blood’s” various creatures grow milquetoast the longer I watch the series. And “The Walking Dead’s” new uber-zombies still sometimes feel like disposable Daryl-fodder.)
There is only one clue that I’ve noticed that I haven’t seen mentioned by others — they all seem to be wearing period clothing. (Am I nuts or do they all look like they’re wearing 50’s-era clothes?)