March is the month of everything green and gold, with four-leaf clovers and pots of gold to signify good luck. The age-old folklore of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow has different origins that can be traced back in Old Europe. It has been said that the pot of gold is …
Category: Fiction
Posts in the fiction category are gripping tales involving both personified and inanimate locks.
The Story Behind Valentine’s Day
Happy Valentine’s Day! Have you ever wondered how Valentine’s Day came about? February 14th is day where people celebrate love by exchanging gifts, flowers, candy, etc. in the name of Saint Valentine. While February has been marked as a month of romance, the origin of where the traditional Valentine’s Day came from may not be …
Eyes of the Sentinel
[audio http://198.199.93.193:4000/StarDreams.m4a ] He steps into the light. The Threshold of Reality, The Gate of Knowledge, The Void of Dimensionality. It has been known by many names in many tongues. It has claimed the lives of those driven to rabid insanity in their quest to track its ever-elusive traces that surface over time: the brief but incredible …
A Precious Padlock
[audio http://198.199.93.193:4000/Moments.m4a ] Not walking, but floating, the cloaked figure moves with enchanting solemnity. So majestic; so controlled. Granted this land were not vacant, any onlooking souls, be there even the faintest goodness in their hearts, would be lifted, simply from the blessed purity in this figure's heart alone, in but an instant from consciousness' grasp, and …
A Quiet Beginning
[audio http://198.199.93.193:4000/Hans.m4a ] Snowflakes float gently from their heavenly home, making their way to the ground below in timid unease. How precious is their naïveté, upon which cynicism can lay not even a single tainting finger; how coveted is their innocence, from which purity and bliss flourish bountifully; how complete is their shoshin, so complete that even …
A Lock’s Tale (Part III)
As the two locks slid down the opening that the combo lock had opened, the keyed lock had a flash of insight: So my dream was a premonition of sorts. But why was it so terrifying when I was asleep? No light accompanied them: all they knew was that they went down. They descended relentlessly, plummeting deep …
A Lock’s Tale (Part II)
He could not stop sliding. He kept trying to grab hold of something solid to prevent his descent, but failed with each attempt, sliding further and further down the mountainside; further into the abyss. Our lock awoke, disoriented and terrified. But to his surprise, he felt a soothing warmth and a comforting presence. Savoring the …
