All Scribblings | Seth Patrick

Someone brought a musket to a fish market

A certain middle-eastern carpenter named Joshua approached a group of fishermen as they toiled on the banks of the Mediterranean Sea....

First Chapter - The Fourth Horseman

I think of Joshua every time I watch someone die. I think he may have been the only real friend I ever had. I killed him, of course.

Of Ambulances, Fences, and False Choices

The matter that has led me, at the crack of noon, my aluminum-ensconced caffeine delivery system still percolating in its own condensate,...

The Cailleach (KAY-lech)

She is a wizened old woman, so shrouded in winter and mystery that her very name became synonymous with "veil." She is a Queen, at the...