

From the Rips in the Fabric 3THE SPIRIT PASSESFrom the Rips in the Fabric 3
James could hear the doctor's and his father's voices from behind the curtains... if only he could clear the lump from his throat so that they could hear his. It was impossible no matter how hard he tried. His fear wouldn't let him speak, not while It was there. James knew It was there close behind him, but he was sure It hadn't seen him yet. He could feel It right there like something breathing on him. He couldn't tell if it felt really hot or really cold, but he didn't like the feeling either way. It should see him, James di


From the Rips in the Fabric 2THE CROSSROADS BETWEEN HERE AND THEREFrom the Rips in the Fabric 2
If there had been such a thing as days in What Was, when she appeared would have meant the first and last to me. A shadowed mist rolled across the horizon, promising to cover the bright lands of my home. Between here and there the sky cracked, like pieces of dried paint from an invisible wall. A shard of yellow light broke where the sky pealed, and with the falling flakes it widened. It grew and grew until the crown of a head peaked it's way through. Hair streaked, reflected, and silhouetted in that light, then unfolded to drape down. From those fold