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Neon Electric
By Ron Koppelberger Posey Wing lay beneath the window sill staring through the blinds; there were a few missing louvers and he could just make out the neon signs exclamation. “HOT….L” Vacancy the sign flashed. The red neon gave Posey a candent red eyed appearance, pupils dilate and undulates, scarlet like the eyes of a [...]
18Sep2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedChains to the Past (the spirit of morning)
By Ron Koppelberger (The Angel) The angel was a brilliant beacon of love and light shining down on the man and woman from above, ethereal and beautiful before god and heaven. The veil had become a gauzy rent in a place near the couple and so abbadon had taken advantage. He had put on an [...]
29Aug2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedTwilight Court
By Ron Koppelberger His confidence was a certain annoyance to the pool of spectators. Straying a glance at the prosecuting attorney, he offered a grin and an innocent expression of bewilderment. She returned his look with cool confessional disregard. He imagined the sweet passions of sleepy innocent indulgence and fresh air rather than the odor [...]
3Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedBelievers in Savannahs of Grass
By Ron Koppelberger The landscape was an eternal vision of hungry grass, all encompassing in it’s wide vista; The cry of a dozen dreamers and believers in emerald waves of fervor blessed the virgin skies and the bond of grass, unique in fray and fringed horizons, in the singsong grasp of affection and tender embrace, [...]
2Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedA Deep Love
By Ron Koppelberger “I’m alive with you baby,” Straw Berkley whispered into her ear, “ Alive and born again with you my love.” She grinned in an askew sort of manner and shifted on the leather sofa. A sticky squishing sound from beneath her shifting figure broke the moment, like Velcro peeling away from Velcro [...]
1Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Swaying Cattail
By Ron Koppelberger In the spirit of shadow, of gentle twilight passions and desires in velveteen darkness, he studied the cattail down, in perfect pose, still by the source of wonder. He knelt on bended knees amongst the castaway leaves of fall, near the ponds edge. A great grin of possession, the cattail was his, [...]
25Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedLongfaces Reward
By Ron Koppelberger He held the cerulean sphere in cupped hands. His reflection wavered in the blue effervescence like a beseeching prisoner, a captured image of long faced desire, the desire for secrets and equal measures of beauty. His face elongated and drooped in long allay, his chin was a full foot beneath his pursed [...]
19Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedShanghi Dread
By Ron Koppelberger Lower than the planted twilight horizon and beneath the frayed forest edge, it lay near his young feet. The infinite in a simple paw, the velvet touch of rabbit fur and blue stain. He stared at the tiny paw and a mask of tense expectation flittered across his face. The evening became [...]
16Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedLusty Cares
By Ron Koppelberger The necromancy was a passionate pastime in Truck Snarls pale-faced demeanor. He lusted in an elegant alliance with the wont of power, sex and pleasure, any pleasure. Truck sneered at the tiny auburn haired Daisy Chit. She was perched on the edge of the sofa as she baptized her tiny mouth with [...]
10Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedDeclare me Recurrent
By Ron Koppelberger Ecru Dread was unimpeded by the trappings of life, the entrance of screaming, kicking tears and enchanted exclamations of Farwell to limbo, “By birth and by the tenants of death” he yelled. By age he thought ancient turns of fated revolution; to be reborn and to die over and over again he [...]
8Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedAuspices in Thuggery
By Ron Koppelberger The discourteous strength of thoughtless show and vulgar claim to the breed was a science of thuggery to Rouge Unholy. He disciplined the suave arrival of tearing, towering violence in creeds of thrilling sensation and tumult for the act of aggression. Rouge proposed nonetheless, to the uncommunicative realm of Vampire lore, in [...]
6Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedOff on a Tangent
By Ron Koppelberger He layed his hands on the wax edged emblem; he was an experimenter, a dabbler in the embrace of desires unbidden. A unique taboo in beguiling splendor, the image on the emblem, the seal, the divine construction of lines and wax lions in crimson exclamation, cried tears of wont, wont for the [...]
24Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Secret Sleuth
By Ron Koppelberger Winnow Folly stood in the midst of a tall commotion; a short middle aged adventurist, hair drawn in a taunt bun and pleated cotton skirt flowing in waves around her chubby ankles, she was a maiden at the wheel of a great mystery. The body was a broken bleeding pile of visceral [...]
24Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedEbony Swans
By Ron Koppelberger The preparation for the chase was faithful to the cause and the reverends decree. The entrance to the flock of caged ebony swans was chocked with the spectacle of kinship, nearness and common bond. The reverend opened the scarlet sash and payment to the soil fell in tiny cascades of ancient ritual. [...]
24Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedVoodoo Hyacinth
By Ron Koppelberger The compliment of forceful tendrils in silken sash, the mistress of wayward blossoms and bred betters, passionate tempests in birth, rummaged the bouquet of Hyacinth bloom for the midpoint caste of eternal exaltation and secret fray, it lay undiscovered in the midst, an amaranth in secret. She chewed the bitter acorn and [...]
21Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedLecture Hall Flows
By Ron Koppelberger The balance of endless fires branding knowledge and illusions of knowledge disturbed the doldrums of the students as a hush fell over the lecture hall. The professor paused. Nell Buckler imagined the promise of lunch and an afternoon smoke, a satisfying periphery of smoke whirling and testing his addiction, full belly, cupcakes [...]
21Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Flower Queen
By Ron Koppelberger Norman Theat greeted the flower queen with applause, nods and winks, mysterious ramblings in passionate excuse for speech; finally he flexed his brawn for her consideration. She trifled her frill lace kerchief for an instant. It fell to the floor and Norman grinned in response. “The poooovaaaateee of my sash is in [...]
21Feb2010 | Editor | 1 comment | ContinuedThe Light in Snake Fuss
By Ron Koppelberger She wriggled and questioned the deft snakeskin bond, the ceremony in sated beliefs, the belief that the viper would mind the miracle in course. She charmed and prayed. She committed her half-blood desires to the suspicions of an insatiable thirst, thirst for control over the cool, sleek craft of her performance and [...]
12Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedVodka Drawn Cold
By Ron Koppelberger Del Ivy guided the icy vodka shot to his expectant lips. The silent, perfect alliance of moted dust and dirty lace curtains gave special attention to the yellow glow of sunshine silhouette. The spears of swirling light touched the pleated skirt of Hilda Lesser; she lay immobile on the wooden floor, burnished [...]
11Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedIn Focus
By Ron Koppelberger Ean Ballentine sipped at the green tea and brown sugar concoction he had mixed in the cabins kitchen. Cool and easy, he touched the dew laden surface of the glass and traced a trail of damp reverie. The sky bled an orange fire in diffuse sprays melting indigo and speckled starshine. The [...]
11Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedRound Robin
By Ron Koppelberger Belonging to the mix of entertainment, women and cheep cologne was a satisfying wrinkle in the web of tense embryonic existence. He caused the fray, cured the commotion and assured the gaggle of drama. A sure secret, a mystery of import and tempered rumor gone round robin. In a turn to return, [...]
8Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedSeizing the Moment
By Ron Koppelberger The movie was a raging tangle of relationships, specifically the relationship between machetes and pliant flesh. Saxon Crisp dug his hand into the yellow and burnt umber colored tub of popcorn. The giant Cola had cost him four dollars and the corn five. Crisp mumbled something unintelligible and bits of popcorn tumbled [...]
7Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedEnemy Hands
By Ron Koppelberger The physical features of what he had to deny, of what was begat by the shadowy realms of insanity, were gnarled, aged ten-fingered albatrosses. He stared at the creases and wrinkles adorning his hands. A whisper of rage, a teardrop in contention with the act of bloodthirsty desire. Where was his salvation, [...]
7Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedA wolf embracing the day
By Ron Koppelberger Christian Forge had traveled from loves embrace to breaths of dry desolation, desert sands to mushroom strewn forests in bloom, from cinder block abodes to straw and stick foundations. He had loved, laughed and sang praises to heaven as well as cursing the demons that lay just beyond the twilight horizon. Christian [...]
4Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Creed of Divine Shadows
By Ron Koppelberger The gesture blocked the sun and it’s warmth, a silhouette against the wooden post, dark and gamboling mystery. The favor of cool shadows against the sky, against the pale tan reflection of wood in the burning light of a brilliant sun, wavered and presented a shadow. His hand flittered in butterfly movements [...]
2Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedDuck in Degrees
By Ron Koppelberger The review was an important step in the process, eat, eat, and eat again. Chintz Toss was the foremost master of grilled, baked, roasted, toasted and Broiled duck. Chintz dreamed duck , dressed in squat duck style and his favorite tune was Disco Duck. The review, he had to focus on the [...]
1Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued