A Black Cat Moment

Secluded in a cold, dark room, I held tonight a solitary seance. There were no boards, no planchette, no candles, no table, no chairs, and no opening prayer. I’m the Black Cat, and they knew I didn’t require anything to speak directly to your soul. Only neophytes need religious books, crystal pendulums, Tarot cards, andContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”

A Black Cat Moment

Marked by her yellow-black-white bands, the caterpillar inched cautiously her way up his face onto the right side of his jowly cheekbone line. Her prolegs loved its cool touch. The friction underneath them energized her confidence. Calmly, she crawled her way up and up, and with each passing moment, she saw herself grow stronger andContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment”

A Black Cat Moment, The Missing Titan Part 3

Dear Missing Five, Is your curiosity whetted now? It killed YOU. Do you find now my dead minions entertaining? They killed YOU. Do you see now my Oceans Kingdom have been nothing more than an active open grave? They own YOU. Do you like now how your soul is sea floating? God owns YOU. DoContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment, The Missing Titan Part 3”

A Black Cat Moment : Faith and Fire

For Bridget Bishop Salem’s demonic mobocracy hides behind the mask of melancholy. The receipt of her married life had been intertwined between faith and fire. However, it was Satan who baptized her faith through fire. God commanded: “You must not eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eatContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment : Faith and Fire”

A Black Cat Moment: A Letter from Feathers to Her Soulmate, Part 2

Printed Permission Granted by His Majesty Pluto My Orpheus, Your love for me was so deep. Down to Hades to save me you traveled from the upper crusty world, that place where our brief marriage had soon ended. We did not have Hymen’s eternal blessing. Or, did we? Yet, unlike those two lovers whose crossedContinue reading “A Black Cat Moment: A Letter from Feathers to Her Soulmate, Part 2”

The Figure Eight

Scene III. [The Bar’s Ladies Loo.] Enter BLACK CAT, sola. BLACK CAT His Majesty thinks I may be weak willed about supporting Feathers’ empty efforts at wanting to love her soulmate. He’s wrong. This common room I thought was just a line of ordinary stalls. It looks and feels like a silky lounge. What aContinue reading “The Figure Eight”