NEW DARK FICTION: Curses.

 

I'm really into my curses. I love making them up, love reading about them, the bitterness, insecurity, jealousies, and envies that they engendered, and still do. Appealing to gods - high and low, offering anything from a free beer, to the bones and blood of a life. Many curses were trivial, others not. A high proportion were aimed at the wandering eye and more, of men - hence the made up curse featured. Nothing changes. Everything stays the same. Curses continue.