I always tell folks: get a fire extinguisher you can use. Too small and you might not get enough stuff in it; too big and you'll fuck up lifting it and not put the fire out anyway. Way better to have two of 'em in smaller sizes than one big one you can hardly lift, let alone aim ( Read more... )

We don't talk about the Lady.
Oh, we talk alright. We talk sideways is all, talk in nods and winks. We talk about how sharky James broke his hip scrubbing the stairs when someone shoved him. We talk about how when Lily-of-the-Valley got out of the coal cellar she could never clean it out, how she still coughs up thick viscious smog and nobody likes ( Read more... )

Hathor rose from her throne, shuddering with exhaustion as a few nearby bodies surged to life, some going to fetch her glasses of coffee, others aiding her to the soft reclining cushions for her to rest. Her senses felt dull and she felt the terror of being so small again, fitting into just a few bodies at a time and yearning to return to her ( Read more... )