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      <title>Online Comics Community</title>
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      <description>&lt;h2&gt;Get Involved: Online Comics Community&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Back in December, I put out a blog post about the comics community in Columbus, Ohio, where I&#39;m based. But I know that my wonderful readers don&#39;t all live in my city so I wanted to put something together for people interested in engaging with the community online. There&#39;s a ton of interesting groups and opportunities online for comic creators, but it can be difficult to find them in the fire** **hose stream of information on the internet. Never fear! Here&#39;s a breakdown of some places to start in looking for events and community online.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comics Accountability Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Long time readers will recognize this name. The Comics Accountability Club was actually my gateway into making comics seriously back in 2023. Look how far we&#39;ve come! This is a smaller community than the other ones I&#39;ll mention here today, but don&#39;t let that put you off. This group is a very active, supportive community that really punches above it&#39;s weight when it comes to member benefits. Sticker printing, zine printing, mini-grants, annual and monthly anthology opportunities, and more are available to members. Unlike many other online communities, I see CAC members frequently developing IRL meet ups and developing close independent friendships outside of the club. From personal experience, I&#39;m traveling out to New Jersey this weekend for a CAC meetup, and I&#39;m hosting three members at my home as they travel in to Columbus for SPACE (Small Press and Alternative Comics Expo) in March. The group is also very welcoming to new members in spite of (or because of) how close knit the core groups of active members are. CAC members are always eager to get to know new cartoonists and share their love of comics and the community.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Cartoonists Cooperative&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Cartoonist Coop was founded in 2022 to organize cartoonists and related workers to advocate for better working conditions. I joined in 2024 and the group has really come into its own and matured since then. In the past year they&#39;ve incorporated as a Guild in the state of New York, giving them a better legal standing and leverage to advocate for their members and cartoonists across the world. There are a number of benefits to membership, including discounts for book and sticker printing services, tax prep, and digital and tradition comic making tools.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, who should join the Coop? This group is much more formal than the other groups I&#39;ll mention here, and it does require members to report on their contributions every year. The contribution expectations are low, but it&#39;s still a barrier for membership for folks who might already be at capacity and just looking for cartoonists to chat with. I would say the Coop is a good group for cartoonists who are at least part time working and being paid for comics, whether that&#39;s conventions, freelance work, publishing, or other options. There are extremely limited opportunities to convert Coop membership into IRL relationships, which is a drawback for me, but working cartoonists stand to benefit from other aspects of membership.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jul 2026 04:45:56 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <title>Comic Resources</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;There&#39;s a lot of valuable resources out there for getting started making comics of all kinds, but it can be hard to find them, or to work through the pile to find what works for you. Here I&#39;ve compiled a list of resources for things like drawing software, fonts, website templates, and more.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Some of the software and services here cost money. I am not sponsored by any companies listed here, I am simply trying to provide a list of resources that I think are useful to new cartoonists.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;table of contents&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://houseoflief.com/blog/comic-resources/#software&quot;&gt;software&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://houseoflief.com/blog/comic-resources/#web-dev&quot;&gt;website help&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://houseoflief.com/blog/comic-resources/#clubs-rings&quot;&gt;clubs and webrings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://houseoflief.com/blog/comic-resources/#fests&quot;&gt;comics and zine fests&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;h3&gt;drawing/design software&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;th&gt;name&lt;/th&gt;
&lt;th&gt;description&lt;/th&gt;
&lt;th&gt;link&lt;/th&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;Anti-Subscription Catalogue&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;A collection of free/open source/single payment software.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.a-s-c.org/&quot;&gt;https://www.a-s-c.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;Affinity Suite&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;A single-payment adobe suite alternative with design and publisher software.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://affinity.serif.com/en-us/&quot;&gt;https://affinity.serif.com/en-us/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;h3&gt;website help&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;th&gt;name&lt;/th&gt;
&lt;th&gt;description&lt;/th&gt;
&lt;th&gt;link&lt;/th&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;Neocities&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;A static site web hosting service. Supports html/css/js. Perfect for getting to customize code without having to worry about server architecture.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://neocities.org&quot;&gt;https://neocities.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;W3Schools&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Coding lessons. A great resource to support you while developing your website as a beginner.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.w3schools.com/&quot;&gt;https://www.w3schools.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;Rarebit Webcomic Template&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;An html/css/js template for starting a self-hosted webcomic. Plug in your pictures and style and go.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://rarebit.neocities.org/&quot;&gt;https://rarebit.neocities.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;Sadgrl Layout Builder&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Sadgrl.online was one of the biggest names on neocities in 2021 when I first made my site. While the webmaster has moved onto other projects, her resources are still online.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://goblin-heart.net/sadgrl/projects/layout-builder/&quot;&gt;https://goblin-heart.net/sadgrl/projects/layout-builder/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;LayoutIt!&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;This is the layout builder I used for the css on most of my site. It generates css and an html skeleton for you to use.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://grid.layoutit.com&quot;&gt;https://grid.layoutit.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;BawkBox Widgets&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;BawkBox provides prewritten widgets like contact forms that you can just copy and paste into the code of your website.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://bawkbox.com&quot;&gt;https://bawkbox.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;h3&gt;clubs and webrings&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;th&gt;name&lt;/th&gt;
&lt;th&gt;description&lt;/th&gt;
&lt;th&gt;link&lt;/th&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;Comics Accountability Club&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;CAC is a club dedicated to equiping cartoonists with the tools to self publish.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.instagram.com/comix.club/&quot;&gt;https://www.instagram.com/comix.club/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;Cartoonists Cooperative&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;The Cartoonists Coop is a group dedicated to fighting for fair pay for comics industry workers.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://cartoonist.coop&quot;&gt;https://cartoonist.coop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;Web/Comic/Ring&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;This webring is hosted on Neocities and basically accepts any applicant, as long as they can add Javascript code to their website and they have an active or completed webcomic.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://webcomicring.org/&quot;&gt;https://webcomicring.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;Smallweb Subway&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;This webring is hosted by Gusbus.space, another neocities website. The Subway is actually several topical webrings for different kinds of content, all linked together.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://gusbus.space/smallweb-subway&quot;&gt;gusbus.space/smallweb-subway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;h3&gt;Comics and Zine Fests&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;th&gt;description&lt;/th&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;Online Comics &amp;amp; Zine Fair Webring&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;Online/virtual zine fairs are a great, low-risk way to start getting your comics and zines out there. Check out this webring to see what options there are for virtual events.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://comicfair.online&quot;&gt;https://comicsfair.online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;td&gt;Columbus OH Comic Events&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;If you&#39;re based in Columbus, OH, check out this page to learn about the local comics community.&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://houseoflief.com/blog/comics/columbus&quot;&gt;Comics in Columbus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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      <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <title>Annual Comic Challenges</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I love participating in the various comic challenges that happen on social media or in person. They&#39;re a great way to build comraderie with other cartoonists and work on a lower-stakes project from start to finish to get that dopamine hit of having completed something. There&#39;s often online or in-person meetups for cartoonists to work on these challenges together - and if you can&#39;t find a meetup, let this be your encouragement to start one! People are always looking for ways to get invested in their local comics scene and often just don&#39;t know how to start. I feel obliged to provide a disclaimer that you should be mindful of your time and energy and only participate in these challenges to the extent that you can do so and not sacrifice your health or existing commitments. And now without further ado, here are the comic challenges I&#39;ve participated in:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Hourly Comics Day&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hourly Comics Day is an annual challenge on February 1st started by &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.inverse.com/input/culture/pictures-for-sad-children-webcomic-simone-veil-interview&quot;&gt;Simone Veil in 2006&lt;/a&gt;. Cartoonists are challenged to draw a comic every hour that they are awake about what they did in the past hour. There are rarely in-person events organized around this challenge, since it centers primarily around drawing the things you&#39;re doing during the day - instead, users post to the &lt;strong&gt;#hourlycomicsday20XX&lt;/strong&gt; hashtag on their social media of choice throughout the day. Many creators (myself included) collect their hourly comics for print.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/events/hourly-comic-day-24-hour-comic-day&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn More&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;24 Hour Comics Day&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;24 Hour Comics Day challenges cartoonists to create a 24-page comic from start to finish in 24 hours. The challenge started as a personal dare between &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.scottmccloud.com/4-inventions/24hr/phenomenon/index.html&quot;&gt;Scott McCloud and Steve Bissett&lt;/a&gt; in 1990. On April 24, 2004, the first annual 24 Hour Comics Day took place, involving local events hosted by comic stores across the US. In 2008, organization of the event was handed off to the &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.comicspro.org/&quot;&gt;Comics Professional Retail Organization&lt;/a&gt; who have orchestrated it ever since. Today, the event is held annually on the first Saturday in October. For cartoonists who successfully complete the challenge, the Billy Ireland Comics Library and Museum in Columbus, OH maintains an archive of 24-hour comics.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://24hourcomicsday.com&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn More&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Make a Terrible Comic Day&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Make a Terrible Comic Day challenges cartoonists to make a terrible comic on purpose. The challenge was started in 2024 by &lt;a href=&quot;https://bsky.app/profile/pseudonymjones.bsky.social/post/3kvnauhtd5c2s&quot;&gt;Emma Elliot&lt;/a&gt;, and inspired by &lt;a href=&quot;https://bsky.app/profile/darrylayo.bsky.social/post/3kvmdbtj7zk2a&quot;&gt;this skeet&lt;/a&gt; by Daryll Ayo. As a newer comics challenge, there are no known in-person events celebrating this challenge. You could be the first! If you organize an event to celebrate this challenge, email me at lief[at]houseoflief.com and I will add it to this website. Traditionally, this event is celebrated by making a terrible comic and posting it to social media using the hashtag &lt;strong&gt;#makeaterriblecomicday20XX&lt;/strong&gt;. You can read my most recent terrible comic &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.instagram.com/p/DLTAbk1v6Qr/&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://makeaterriblecomicday.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn More&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Cartoonber&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cartoonber is an annual challenge hosted by the Cartoonist Cooperative and inspired by the various prompt-tober challenges (e.g., Inktober). Cartoonber challenges cartoonists to team up in group of 2-4 to practice different roles in comics-making, such as scripting, pencils, inks, colors, and lettering. There are four prompts, and groups are given two weeks with each prompt to produce a finished page. Groups may choose to produce four sequential pages, or four stand-alone pages. Due to the primarily online nature of the Co-op and the two-month run-time of the challenge, there are no in-person events. I recommend joining the Cartoonist Co-op discord server to find a group. Groups are also encouraged to post their pages on social media using the &lt;strong&gt;#cartoonber20XX&lt;/strong&gt; hashtag.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://cartoonist.coop/journal/cartoonber-2025/&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn More&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;SAWgust&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;SAWgust is an annual comics challenge hosted by the Sequential Artists Workshop and inspired by the (now defunct) &lt;a href=&quot;https://writingcooperative.com/ai-killed-nanowrimo-76f1c3378fd0&quot;&gt;NaNoWriMo challenge&lt;/a&gt;. SAWgust challenges cartoonists to draw 100 panels or ~32 pages of comics in the month of August. If that seems like a stretch for you, that&#39;s the point - but if it seems impossible, SAW also encourages a Choose Your Own Adventure approach to the challenge, encouraging artists to set their own challenge goals for the month. Cartoonists can sign up for the event through the the SAW website to participate in check-in calls over zoom, receive free stickers in the mail, and benefit from the supportive online community that SAW has cultivated. While there is no mention of SAWgust-specific events on the SAW website, they do have a physical location in Gainesville, FL where they host classes, meetups, and other events.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.sequentialartistsworkshop.org/blog/sawgust-2025&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn More&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <title>Get Involved: Comics Community in Columbus, OH</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;One of the most common questions I’m asked when I sell comics at local events like the Clintonville Farmer’s Market is how to get involved in the local comics community. It can be difficult, especially for recent graduates or folks new to comics to figure out how to meet other cartoonists. I’ve been in the Columbus scene for a few years now, so here’s some clubs and events to check out, as well as tips on finding more.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;Columbus Area Comics and Zines Clubs&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;The Columbus Comics and Zine Society&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Founded by CCAD professor Jaromir Stoll, the Columbus Comics and Zine Society is a great pick if you’re looking for in person co-working. CCZS meets most Sundays at the Global Gallery Coffee Shop for a Drink and Draw session. If you’re unfamiliar, all that means is that we buy drinks and work on our comics projects. You can join the club&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/groups/ColumbusComicsClub&quot;&gt;facebook group&lt;/a&gt; or follow the instagram page to get updates about meeting times. In addition, CCZS has occasional weekend retreats at Lake Hope State Park in the early spring. The retreats offer an opportunity to unplug, focus in, and recharge. Recommended for folks who like hiking and board games.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;Columbus Cartoon Coalition (C3)&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.instagram.com/c3.ohio/&quot;&gt;C3&lt;/a&gt; is a welcoming community focused on supporting independent and self-published cartoonists in Central Ohio. Most communication and organization in this group happens online, but there is a monthly work session at Brewdog in Franklinton. C3 also organizes annual anthologies and a monthly (online) graphic novel book club, primarily through their instagram and discord servers. While officially organized community events within C3 primarily occur online, it is a valuable space to meet artists in the region and build connections.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;Zine Club Columbus&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.instagram.com/zineclubcolumbus/&quot;&gt;Zine Club Columbus&lt;/a&gt; is not, strictly speaking, a comics club, it’s still worth checking out. This group organizes free monthly zine workshops, bringing in local makers to talk through a practice followed by time to apply those skills. Workshops are announced on the club instagram. To stay connected between workshops, DM the instagram account to join their instagram groupchat.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3&gt;Columbus Area Comics Events&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;Small Press and Comics Expo (SPACE)&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Organized by Bob Corby of &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.backporchcomics.com/space&quot;&gt;Back Porch Comics&lt;/a&gt;, SPACE is the longest running active comic expo in the Columbus area. The next SPACE event will take place March 28-29, 2026 at The Makoy(5462 Center St. Hilliard OH 43026). SPACE features an expo hall, as well as panels and workshops and an annual award ceremony for the SPACE prize, including Graphic Novel, Mini-Comics, and General category prizes. It’s a great event to attend if you’re interested in meeting local cartoonists and getting to know some of the veterans of the local scene.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;DISTRACTOR Comics Readings&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The DISTRACTOR comics reading series by &lt;a href=&quot;https://www.instagram.com/drawbhell/&quot;&gt;Drew B Hall&lt;/a&gt; is an occasional event that takes place a handful of times each year. If you’re not familiar with the concept of a comic reading, comic pages are projected onto a screen, and the artist reads the comic from the screen, optionally providing sound effects, visual descriptions, or commentary. Each DISTRACTOR features between 4 and 6 cartoonists, typically local-ish, with Drew emceeing. There’s also plenty of time before and after the readings to socialize and get to know the other cartoonists and comic enjoyers in attendance, and free snacks.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;Cartoon Crossroads Columbus (CXC)&lt;/h4&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://cartooncrossroadscolumbus.org/&quot;&gt;CXC&lt;/a&gt; is an annual comic arts and animation festival in downtown Columbus, first established in 2014. The event takes place over five days, from Wednesday - Sunday. CXC has typically occurred in the fall, but due to scheduling conflicts with OSU and the football team, the next event will take place in Spring 2027. The expo hall at CXC, where you can browse and purchase comics, occurs on the Saturday and Sunday of the fest, with the other days being occupied by panels, workshops and other community events. CXC events are hosted primarily at the Billy Ireland Comics Library and Museum, the Columbus Metropolitan Library, and the Columbus College of Art and Design. It’s a great event to attend if you’re interested in engaging with a diverse group of cartoonists both local and outside Columbus and broadening your horizons through workshops and panels.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <title>Looking Forward</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/blog/looking-forward/</link>
      
      <description>&lt;p&gt;These past few months, for the first time in five years, I have been applying to colleges. In some ways it seems like I&#39;ve picked the worst possible time to go back to school. Generative AI has been sweeping workplaces and schools for the past few years, and I keep hearing horror stories from my professor friends about the state of higher education. My favorite professors from my first go at college have all retired or been laid off because of the hyper-conservative business man hired as president of the university. The country as a whole is also being run by a hyper-conservative business man who has laid off all the best federal employees. Colleges in my city and state have rolled back their DEI programs, and changes to federal financial aid are cutting funding to programs where student&#39;s don&#39;t earn enough money after graduation-primarily arts and humanities programs. Every week I hear about a new bill being introduced in my state government or the federal government designed to strip away more rights and liberties from transgender people and other minorities. I most likely won&#39;t be allowed to compete in sports as I return to college, and I&#39;m choosing to live off-campus not because of money but because I don&#39;t want to have to find out what dorm I would be assigned to, or what my prospective roommate&#39;s opinions about trans people might be. By the time I graduate, it&#39;s possible that I won&#39;t be able to get HRT prescriptions or gender affirming surgeries without crossing state or national boundaries.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But even in the face of everything that&#39;s happening in my city, my state, my country, and the world, I&#39;m still making the decision to go back to school. I loved college, and I didn&#39;t drop out in 2022 because I was bored, or because I was unsure about my major or struggling in my classes. I dropped out because I ran out of money, and I ran out of money because I decided to believe my father when he told me he&#39;d cut me off if I came out. In the three years since I moved to Columbus after dropping out, it has always been my goal to go back to school. I&#39;ve saved up some money, I&#39;ve built a social network, a work history, and a credit score. I&#39;ve progressed in my transition - I&#39;ve been on testosterone for about two years now and I&#39;ve changed my legal name and updated almost all my documents. I am eager to go back to school. And I&#39;m hopeful. For all the terrible things that are happening, there are people resisting, sometimes in small ways and sometimes in big ways. We won&#39;t be unscathed when we come out the other side of this, but I&#39;m choosing to believe that we will come out the other side.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thank you all for your support in the four years I&#39;ve been running this website, and I hope you&#39;ll stick around to see what I do next. In the meantime, call your senators, join a rapid response group, maybe make a casserole for your neighbors, and keep fighting.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 18</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/38/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg38.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 17</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/37/</link>
      
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      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 16</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/36/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg36.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/36/</guid>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 15</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/35/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg35.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/35/</guid>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 14</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/34/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg34.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/34/</guid>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 13</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/33/</link>
      
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      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/33/</guid>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 12</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/32/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg32.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/32/</guid>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 11</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/31/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg31.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/31/</guid>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 10</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/30/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg30.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/30/</guid>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 9</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/29/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg29.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/29/</guid>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 8</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/28/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg28.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/28/</guid>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 7</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/27/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg27.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/27/</guid>
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      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/26/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg26.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/26/</guid>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 5</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/25/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg25.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 4</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/24/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg24.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/24/</guid>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 3</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/23/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg23.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/22/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg22.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <title>Slice of Lief - 1</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/21/</link>
      
      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg21.webp" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description></description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg20.png" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description>&lt;p&gt;This comic was drawn using a single crayola marker for Hourly Comics Day. Hourly Comics Day is an annual event on February 1st, challenging cartoonists to draw a comic every hour of the day, usually in the form of diary comics.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg19.png" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description>&lt;p&gt;This comic was drawn using a single crayola marker for Hourly Comics Day. Hourly Comics Day is an annual event on February 1st, challenging cartoonists to draw a comic every hour of the day, usually in the form of diary comics.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg18.png" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description>&lt;p&gt;This comic was drawn using a single crayola marker for Hourly Comics Day. Hourly Comics Day is an annual event on February 1st, challenging cartoonists to draw a comic every hour of the day, usually in the form of diary comics.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <image url ="https://houseoflief.com/img/comics/pg17.png" type="image/webp"></image>
      
      <description>&lt;p&gt;This comic was drawn using a single crayola marker for Hourly Comics Day. Hourly Comics Day is an annual event on February 1st, challenging cartoonists to draw a comic every hour of the day, usually in the form of diary comics.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;This comic was drawn using a single crayola marker for Hourly Comics Day. Hourly Comics Day is an annual event on February 1st, challenging cartoonists to draw a comic every hour of the day, usually in the form of diary comics.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;This comic was drawn using a single crayola marker for Hourly Comics Day. Hourly Comics Day is an annual event on February 1st, challenging cartoonists to draw a comic every hour of the day, usually in the form of diary comics.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Acolyte, alternatively titled &lt;strong&gt;I am not the god who brought you out of Egypt&lt;/strong&gt; is an illustrated version of a poem I first wrote in 2022 as part of a series of sonnets for a poetry writing course.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Acolyte, alternatively titled &lt;strong&gt;I am not the god who brought you out of Egypt&lt;/strong&gt; is an illustrated version of a poem I first wrote in 2022 as part of a series of sonnets for a poetry writing course.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Acolyte, alternatively titled &lt;strong&gt;I am not the god who brought you out of Egypt&lt;/strong&gt; is an illustrated version of a poem I first wrote in 2022 as part of a series of sonnets for a poetry writing course.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Acolyte, alternatively titled &lt;strong&gt;I am not the god who brought you out of Egypt&lt;/strong&gt; is an illustrated version of a poem I first wrote in 2022 as part of a series of sonnets for a poetry writing course, and illustrated during a Comics Poetry workshop hosted by Jaromir Stoll and Zine Club Columbus.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Testosterone Tuesday is a memoir comic about my first year on testosterone. It was originally drawn as part of the annual 24-hour Comic Day challenge, an annual event where cartoonists are challenged to draw a 24 page comic start to finish in 24 hours.
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If you liked this preview, you can purchase the full comic &lt;a href=&quot;https://ko-fi.com/s/82f1978a24&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;in my shop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Testosterone Tuesday is a memoir comic about my first year on testosterone. It was originally drawn as part of the annual 24-hour Comic Day challenge, an annual event where cartoonists are challenged to draw a 24 page comic start to finish in 24 hours.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Testosterone Tuesday is a memoir comic about my first year on testosterone. It was originally drawn as part of the annual 24-hour Comic Day challenge, an annual event where cartoonists are challenged to draw a 24 page comic start to finish in 24 hours.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Testosterone Tuesday is a memoir comic about my first year on testosterone. It was originally drawn as part of the annual 24-hour Comic Day challenge, an annual event where cartoonists are challenged to draw a 24 page comic start to finish in 24 hours.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Blood Bowl is a 6 page comic based on a local Columbus urban legend around a storm sewer that runs under North High Street. You may know it better as the &lt;strong&gt;Gates of Hell&lt;/strong&gt;, but isn&#39;t Blood Bowl a little more evocative?
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If you liked this preview, you can buy the full comic &lt;a href=&quot;https://ko-fi.com/s/f7cff6afe1&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;from my shop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Blood Bowl is a 6 page comic based on a local Columbus urban legend around a storm sewer that runs under North High Street. You may know it better as the &lt;strong&gt;Gates of Hell&lt;/strong&gt;, but isn&#39;t Blood Bowl a little more evocative?&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Blood Bowl is a 6 page comic based on a local Columbus urban legend around a storm sewer that runs under North High Street. You may know it better as the &lt;strong&gt;Gates of Hell&lt;/strong&gt;, but isn&#39;t Blood Bowl a little more evocative?&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/04/</guid>
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      <title>Adventures in Hermitville - 3</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/03/</link>
      
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Adventures in Hermitville was the first printed comic I ever made, originally published in &lt;strong&gt;Calling All Crabs&lt;/strong&gt;, a 40 page risograph anthology produced by the Comix Accountability Club in 2024.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/03/</guid>
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      <title>Adventures in Hermitville - 2</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/02/</link>
      
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Adventures in Hermitville was the first printed comic I ever made, originally published in &lt;strong&gt;Calling All Crabs&lt;/strong&gt;, a 40 page risograph anthology produced by the Comix Accountability Club in 2024.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/02/</guid>
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      <title>Adventures in Hermitville - 1</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/comic/01/</link>
      
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Adventures in Hermitville was the first printed comic I ever made, originally published in &lt;strong&gt;Calling All Crabs&lt;/strong&gt;, a 40 page risograph anthology produced by the Comix Accountability Club in 2024.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Wed, 01 Jan 2025 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/comic/01/</guid>
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      <title>How the Island was Formed</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/blog/how-the-island-was-formed/</link>
      
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A speculative prehistoric myth by House of Lief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Before men made the seas their own, a young hunter and a wise old shaman lived on the island with their tribe, living off the fruit that fell to the ground of it&#39;s own accord and the flesh of landbeasts and seabeasts.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The shaman was the oldest person anybody knew, and was wise in the ways of the earth and of men.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One day, the hunter came to the shaman&#39;s hearth to ask him a question.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh wise one&amp;quot; the hunter said, &amp;quot;Today I was hunting, and followed my prey into a cave deep in the forest to the east of the camp and found strange paintings of great beasts I have never seen before, twice as tall as a man with great tusks. What could these images mean?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The shaman stoked his cooking fire with a stick and stroked his long white beard.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Young hunter, there are many things you have never seen before. The earth was not born the same day as you! But I will tell you what it is you have seen, for I have been to that cave as well and I know the beasts of which you speak.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Before our tribe, when the gods walked among men, there was no sea and men walked where they pleased. Do you remember the great fish that washed up on the shore when you were a child, young hunter?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I remember, shaman. It was the size of a mountain! we ate its meat until I was sick of it, and then used its bones to build the chief&#39;s hut.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;In those days, great beasts walked the earth the size of that fish- that is what you saw in those paintings.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I can hardly believe what you say, shaman. The land here would hardly support one beast that size, let alone the herds in the paintings. What did they eat? and how did men live along side such a creature without being trampled to death?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;In those days, the land was as cold as winter through all the seasons, and gods and great beasts walked the earth like the ones you saw in the cave, called mammoths. Men hunted the beasts for food, and many men died fighting against such creatures.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;There was a young hunter, much like yourself, who was a hunter. One day, he decided that if he could fight a mammoth and win, then the gods would pose no match for his skill.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, it is true that his young man was the fastest and the strongest of all the hunters in his tribe. He was a skilled hunter, and had killed the beast with a single thrust of his spear, piercing it&#39;s heart. So he went to the leaders of his tribe and told them he was going to prove himself by fighting the gods.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The leaders of his tribe were apprehensive about this idea. &#39;Young hunter,&#39; they said, &#39;what good will it be to fight the gods? You are as strong as a beast, and as fast as the birds in the sky. Surely there is nothing more the gods can give to you.&#39;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;But the hunter was not swayed. &#39;You send me out into the wilderness to hunt the mammoths, and when I bring them back, you give half the meat to the gods in thanks. I am the one who found the beast, I am the one who killed it, and my brothers and I brought it back to the tribe. What did the gods do to deserve the meat? I will fight them and win, so you will stop wasting the meat I bring to the tribe.&#39;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The leaders of the tribe, seeing they could not dissuade him, let the hunter leave. No one in the tribe could have stopped him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So the hunter left the tribe, and went to the mountains where the gods lived.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When he arrived at the mountains, the young hunter was greeted by the god of the foxes. This god was twice as tall as the hunter, and twice as fast.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&#39;What are you doing here, in the land of the gods, little human?&#39; The god of the foxes asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&#39;I am here to prove my worth. Every kill I make, I must give half of the meat to the gods to thank them. But what did the gods do to provide the meat? I found the beast, I killed it, and my brothers and I brought it back to the tribe and prepared it. The gods don&#39;t help at all!&#39;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The fox god laughed at the hunter. But the hunter brandished his spear, and charged at him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The fox god was quick, but the hunter had greater endurance. After a while, the fox became tired from darting about and dodging the hunters attacks, and became slow. And so the hunter was able to subdue him. The hunter laughed at the fox god, and using his handaxe, cut off one great claw of the god to take with him as proof of his victory. The claw was razor sharp, so he fixed it to his spear and passed into the land of the gods.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The next god he met was the god of the boars, who had legs like trees, and great tusks like spears.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&#39;What are you doing here, little human?&#39; the great boar said.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&#39;Every day, half the meat I bring back to my tribe is given to the gods, but you do nothing to help with the hunt, or bringing the meat back to the tribe, or preparing it to eat. I am here to fight you, so I my tribe does not have to sacrifice to you any longer.&#39; And he brandished his spear and charged at the god of the boars.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Now, the great boar was large and powerful, but a great and powerful boar is not much different from a mammoth, and the hunter knew very well how to kill a mammoth. He was much faster than the boar, and dodged the swinging of his great tusks easily, before thrusting his spear into its heart. So the hunter laughed at the god of the boars, and used his handaxe to pry one of the tusks out of the boars mouth. It was much sturdier than his wooden spear shaft, and so he took the claw of the fox, and lashed it to the tusk with sinew and secured it with pitch, and continued deeper into the land of the gods.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After a while, the hunter came to the god of the mammoths, and for the first time on his journey, he began to doubt himself. The god of the mammoths was thrice the size of the boar god, with great curved tusks the size of trees, and a thick hide that no mortal spear could pierce.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Little human,&amp;quot; The great mammoth said, &amp;quot;How is it you have come to be in the heart of the land of the gods, carrying a spear made from the tusk of my brother the boar, and the claw of my brother the fox?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The hunter, having come all this way, felt his only option was to continue on his goal. After all, he was the strongest and fastest, and had bested two gods already! Surely a third would be no match for him. &amp;quot;Oh great mammoth, every day, I go out hunting for my tribe, and when my brothers and I return, the leaders of our tribe take half the meat, and sacrifice it to the gods. But what have you done to deserve it? I go out and find the beasts, I kill the beast, my brothers and I bring it back to the tribe, and we prepare it to eat. What have the gods done in all of that? I have already bested the god of the foxes and the god of the boars, and I will defeat you, so our bellies can be full of the meat I bring back to the tribe.&amp;quot; And the young hunter brandished his spear and charged at the great mammoth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;No mortal spear could pierce the hide of the god, but the hunter&#39;s spear was fashioned from the claw and the tusk of the fox god and the boar god. So he thrust his spear towards the great mammoth&#39;s heart.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately for the hunter, his spear missed its mark, and stuck in the breastbone of the great beast. And though he pulled and pulled, the hunter could not retrieve his spear to try again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The great mammoth roared in anger, lowered its tusks, and flung the hunter all the way down the mountain and back to his tribe. But he was not satisfied, and charged down the mountain. The hunter, bruised though he was, grabbed his brother&#39;s spear and ran to meet the great mammoth.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You puny little human! You dare try to defeat me with a wooden spear?&amp;quot; The god roared. but the hunter stood his ground, and thrust his spear up towards the mammoth&#39;s heart again. But the spear bounced off the tough hide, and he succeeded only in angering the mammoth more.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The great mammoth shook the hunter off of him, and with his front leg, dug a great trench around the tribe&#39;s settlement. Then he roared, lowered his tusks, and pushed them away from the land of the gods into the sea.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The shaman smiled at the young man before him. &amp;quot;And that, young man, is why there are no mammoths on our land, and why the gods no longer walk among us.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The young hunter regarded the shaman in shock. &amp;quot;Shaman, how do you know all this?&amp;quot; he asked. &amp;quot;And what happened to the great winter?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The shaman winked at the young man. &amp;quot;Those are stories for another time,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;But you would do well to remember, I was not always an old man.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sun, 11 Aug 2024 19:32:08 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/blog/how-the-island-was-formed/</guid>
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      <title>God of The Quiet Places</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/blog/god-of-the-quiet-places/</link>
      
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originally published in 2022 in Penmarks Literary Journal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am in a desert. The night sky is bright, much brighter than I am used to seeing it. There is no light pollution here, and it is a cloudless night. I can see the milky way above me, name all the constellations, even ones I&#39;ve never seen before, obscured as they are in more populated areas by the smog and the lights. I am barefoot, dressed simply in linen shorts and a t-shirt. The sand under my feet is cool and soft. I start walking, just for something to do. I do not know how long I walk. The stars and the moon move across the sky but the sun never rises. The night keeps going, and the moon sets and new stars appear, stars I shouldn&#39;t be able to see this time of year and night. After…hours? years? I see something on the horizon. I walk towards it. As I approach, the object becomes clear—a church, simple, small, and wooden. There are no panes in the windows, but there is a bell in the steeple and it is ringing. I reach the church. There is no one inside, hasn&#39;t been for years, but the church bell goes on ringing. The floor and the wooden pews are covered in sand blown in through the open windows. I walk inside. I am not in the habit of entering abandoned churches: there is no such thing as an empty temple. But I have a feeling that whatever lives here is kind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Inside the church, I brush the sand off a pew and sit down. There is a wind blowing through the chapel&#39;s windows. It stirs the sand into a cloud. The temple is not empty, although the thing occupying it is not human, not even clearly living. I watch the sand. Shapes seem to appear and disappear in the patterns it forms. After a time it seems to coalesce into a coherent form. Whether I am looking at a god or some other spirit I don&#39;t know. Something like a man forms in the swirling sand. It has no face, but it seems to be smiling anyway. The wind whispers, then blows strong for a sudden moment, breaking the illusion. I shut my eyes against the sand.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I open my eyes. I am in the woods, kneeling in the ruins of a stone foundation. I am alone, and the moon is bright overhead. After a moment, I find my bearings. I am a mile out on the trails. My body is sore, like I have been running. I cough a little. There is sand in my mouth. I am wearing light woolen trousers and an unbuttoned cotton shirt. There is a slight breeze, cool against my skin. The earth beneath me is warm. I touch my face. the illusion I usually wear is gone. I reach for it again, try to summon up the glamor. I can&#39;t. I look around again. There is a hollowed-out stone on the ground in front of me, full of water. I rise unsteadily to my feet and walk over to it. In the moonlight I can see my reflection. I have not seen my true face in years. I have rarely owned mirrors, and if I was renting a place with a mirror that I couldn&#39;t remove, I would cover it. The few times I have been photographed have been while wearing the illusion. It is almost strange to see what I really look like. The scars on my face have faded to thin silvery lines, mapping a past I have tried hard to forget. the water ripples slightly and I see in my reflection the face of my ancestors. I have not known my face in so long that it has turned into the face of my brother, gazing back through the water through a decade of loss.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I see someone approach me from behind in the reflection. I do not turn around. When they reach me, they put a hand on my shoulder. If there was any tension left in my body it would have melted away at their touch. This was the god in the desert, the god of the temple I now stood in. I bow my head.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You are safe now, little one. The god&#39;s voice echoes in my mind. My cheeks are wet. When did I start crying?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“What&#39;s your name?” I wondered if I should turn to face them. I do not move. There is no answer, and the hand on my shoulder is lifted. I know the god is gone without even turning around. I have to get back to camp. The sun is rising.  I walk out of the crumbling foundation, back toward the camp.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;As soon as I step across the stones, I can feel fear take root in my lungs again. I have to rebuild my glamor. I can&#39;t be seen like this. I grasp at my neck for my bone talisman necklace. I take deep shuddering breaths to settle the panic swirling in my throat, and begin chanting, trying to hold the image of what the glamor should look like in my mind. It takes me three tries to get it right. When I am certain I will not be caught, I run through the forest back to the camp. The regular path is uncommonly obstructed by fallen trees and brush, so I take deer trails and desire paths. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remember the warnings about staying on the trails. I do not listen to them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am running longer than I think I ought to. I did not think I was so deep in the woods as this. Suddenly, my foot catches on a low hanging branch and I find myself sprawled on the ground. I do not recognize this part of the forest, so I look up to the stars to reorient myself. The sky is clear, but my vision is pulsing and I can&#39;t focus well enough to make anything out. The panic surges in my throat, and my vision goes dark.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2022 19:22:16 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/blog/god-of-the-quiet-places/</guid>
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      <title>Midnight Rendezvous</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/blog/midnight-rendezvous/</link>
      
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a short story by house of lief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The guard caught the princess entirely by accident: she thought she was trapping a wild animal that had wandered into the palace and meant to return it to the forest. And so the princess might have avoided detection by simply waiting for the guard to leave before going about her business. But she was startled by being caught and slipped out of her guise. The guard was even more shocked than the princess by the encounter.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Your Highness! Forgive me, I only meant to take a stray creature out of the castle—&amp;quot; the guard hastily bowed and averted her eyes, for the princess was not able to transform her clothing and was only wearing the canvas sack the guard had used to contain her animal form.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Shhh! Someone will hear you!&amp;quot; the princess whispered. &amp;quot;And give me your cloak, it&#39;s cold out here&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes, madam&amp;quot; the guard pulled off her cloak and handed it to the princess, who wrapped it around her shoulders. &amp;quot;Forgive my boldness, madam, but what were you doing, disguised as a fox?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;First swear to me you won&#39;t tell anyone what you saw&amp;quot; The princess had regained her composure but was still frightened.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I swear to it&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Good. Now help me get back to my room before anyone finds us&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Of course, madam. But first, let me go and call the other guard to watch. You would not have the castle unguarded, would you?&amp;quot; Seeing the princess&#39;s hesitation the guard added, &amp;quot;There is a place you can hide where no one will see you. I shouldn&#39;t be more than 5 minutes gone. Please, madam&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Very well. Show me to your hiding place, guard.&amp;quot; The princess gathered up the cloak around her and followed the guard to a dusty alcove behind a great tapestry.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I will be back as soon as I can, madam.&amp;quot; The guard helped the princess into the space, and left, draping the tapestry back over the princess. She gave some excuse to the other guard about needing to take care of an animal loose in the kitchen (which was almost true) and hurried back, glad for the leather armor that let her move quickly and quietly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Madam,&amp;quot; the guard said, lifting the tapestry again. The princess stiffened at the noise but relaxed when she saw it was the guard.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You will show me to my room now, guard&amp;quot; she took the guard&#39;s hand and stepped down out of the alcove, ducking under the tapestry.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;As you wish, madam.&amp;quot; The guard walked the princess in silence through the halls. In truth, she was not in great danger of being caught at this time of the night. All the servants and the nobles had gone to bed hours before and even the earliest risers would not be up for hours after that. Still, the two women took the servants&#39; stairs just to be certain they were not caught by anyone who might happen to leave their beds for whatever reason. They arrived at the princess&#39;s rooms quickly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You probably want to know what I was doing out like that&amp;quot; the princess sighed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Not if you don&#39;t want to tell me, madam, it was not my place to ask&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No, I owe it to you. But come in first, it&#39;s not something I&#39;d like to share with you standing in the hall for all the world to see and hear&amp;quot; The guard apologized and followed the princess into her sitting room. She stood awkwardly by the door while the princess went into her bed-chamber and dressed. She came out in a tunic, carrying a bottle of something and two cups. She set these down on the table and flopped onto the couch. &amp;quot;Go on, sit down. You&#39;ve seen me naked, you can stand to see me lounge&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Madam—&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, hush. What&#39;s your name, guard? I like to know a woman&#39;s name if she finds out my deepest secrets&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;My name is Sasha, Madam.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, Sasha, I&#39;m sure you know my name as well. You should call me that instead of saying madam all the time. Formalities are so tiresome.&amp;quot; The princess picked up the bottle and poured it into the cups. The guard put her hand up to refuse. &amp;quot;Don&#39;t worry, it&#39;s not alcohol. I wouldn&#39;t want to interfere with your work&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you mad- that is, Miss Charlotte&amp;quot; the guard took a cautious sip of the drink.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I am, as you know by now, a shapeshifter. This is a deeply held secret, known only by myself, the queen, and her midwife. I can only turn into a fox or a human. I am forbidden from wearing my fox form, which is why even the queen must not know what you saw. Do you follow?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes, Miss Charlotte. Does your father the king not know?&amp;quot; the guard sat stiffly on the couch opposite the princess.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;He does not. My mother has her reasons for not telling him, which she will not share with me. I suspect she fears he would question my legitimacy if he knew. Not that it would matter much, I&#39;m not the heir. But it would be a scandal. A born skin-changer in the royal family! And shapeshifters being so rare, natural or not... there may be more than we think, just hiding as I do. My mother might be a shapeshifter and I would not know.&amp;quot; She paused to sip from her cup. &amp;quot;Anyway. I like to go out at night as a fox and see what goes on outside the palace walls. I find nobility to be rather boring, and in human form, I would be recognized, and easier to catch&amp;quot; Charlotte chuckled.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I am sorry about putting you in a bag, Miss Charlotte. Animals wander into the palace from the forest from time to time, and it&#39;s the guards&#39; duty to catch them and either kill or relocate them.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, it&#39;s good that you only tried to catch me! Imagine the scandal if you&#39;d shot me with that crossbow of yours&amp;quot; the princess laughed. The guard&#39;s cheeks reddened.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you for trusting me, your highness. Another noble might have had me killed, and for your mercy I am grateful. If you are willing, I should return to my watch. The sergeant will be wondering where I am&amp;quot; She stood and bowed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I wouldn&#39;t want you to get in trouble for my sake, Sasha. If you need to go, then go. But I told you, you don&#39;t need to call me highness when we&#39;re alone&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes, Miss Charlotte. Thank you,&amp;quot; the guard bowed again and turned to go.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Come back tomorrow night after your shift, Sasha&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&#39;t think that would be appropriate—&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&#39;s an order, Sasha&amp;quot; The princess grinned. &amp;quot;And tomorrow, don&#39;t call me miss. It&#39;s just Charlotte&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Very well. Thank you, Charlotte&amp;quot; The guard said and left, shutting the door softly behind her to make her excuses to the sergeant.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2022 19:37:19 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/blog/midnight-rendezvous/</guid>
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      <title>Whispering Pines Part 3</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/blog/whispering-pines-3/</link>
      
      <description>&lt;h2&gt;The third story in the Whispering Pines series by house of lief&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The days following that night in the woods, nothing seemed to have changed. I was tired, as I always am. My medication slows down my metabolism, but it keeps me stable, so I kept taking it. I would run out eventually, but that was a problem for later.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I kept going to the amphitheater after dinner. There was a different counselor every night, each with a new story to tell. They were not all warnings. But after what happened in the woods, I began carrying a notebook to the amphitheater and writing down the stories. I did not intend to go back into the woods or look to see if any of the other stories were real, but it seemed wise to pay attention, just in case. And besides, it gave me something to think about besides cooking when I wasn&#39;t on shift.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I paid attention to Jamie&#39;s cabin, too. Maybe they were just kids, who didn&#39;t know anything. But in a place like this, with the kinds of people that are sent to summer camps in the middle of nowhere, and the kinds of people that work at those summer camps (myself included), you never knew what might happen to people who didn&#39;t play by the rules. So when, a few days after that night in the woods, I saw Jamie and one of his campers double back past the mess hall, heading for the woods, I took notice. That camper had been leading the group in the woods. I couldn&#39;t follow them because I was still on shift, but when they came back out the camper looked pale and shaky. At lunch, she was uncharacteristically quiet and somber and ate very little. That worried me. Teenagers are always hungry, and if they stop eating something is wrong. I may not be very social, but I&#39;ve been in a lot of cafeterias for work, and no one who&#39;s okay eats like she did, especially not if they&#39;re active, which all the campers have to be. Best case scenario, she was physically ill.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She wasn&#39;t the only one who seemed off. The weapons instructor, Jasper, came to lunch which he never does, and sat alone at the table closest to the dish room. I don&#39;t think he even ate anything, just sat there stone faced for 30 minutes and then left. He cooks his own meals, I&#39;m not sure why, so I&#39;m not surprised that he didn&#39;t eat, but I couldn&#39;t figure out why he was there, if not to eat. He seemed to be watching Jamie&#39;s kids whenever I looked at him, but I had a feeling that he was watching me too.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After lunch service ended, I clocked out for my break and left the building. As soon as I was out the door I practically tripped over Jasper.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You&#39;re Basil.&amp;quot; He said, not a question.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;And you&#39;re Jasper. What in god&#39;s name are you doing here?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You were in the woods with Sage, the other night.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If Sage is one of Jamie&#39;s kids, then yes. What&#39;s it to you?&amp;quot; I sized Jasper up. We hadn&#39;t interacted much during training since we work in different areas, but he always seemed if not happy, then at least easy going. Nothing like he looked now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What did you see?&amp;quot; He continued to ignore my questions.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What are you talking about?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You saw something in the woods. You hit it with a branch. Tell me what you saw.&amp;quot; His voice was flat and even. I noticed the ax hanging from his belt and backed away a bit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;All I saw was something like an arm. it could have just been a tree moving in the wind, for all I know. I just panicked. I lost my walkie talkie.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It didn&#39;t touch you.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&#39;t think so. Like I said, I was scared. I don&#39;t remember it that well.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hm. Okay&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Again, dude. What the hell is this about?&amp;quot; I asked.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&#39;t worry about it. Just, let me know if you have any...unusual dreams.&amp;quot; He turned abruptly and walked off toward the tree line.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I let him leave. As confused as I was by the interaction, I had no intention of chasing after trouble. I still had most of my break left so I walked back to my room and pulled my notebook out. Something was definitely going on, and I had an idea that it had to do with the creature the kids saw in the forest. I wondered if Sage was the name of the camper that had gone into the woods with Jamie. It&#39;s possible they had been going to talk to Jasper, and that&#39;s why he came to lunch and confronted me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jasper asked me to tell him if I had any weird dreams. I don&#39;t dream, ever. It&#39;s a side effect of my medication. Would I have been having weird dreams if I wasn&#39;t taking it? I checked my calendar. I could probably get away with going without it for a few nights, just to see what might happen. I really didn&#39;t know what to expect though. I deliberated over the question for a few minutes. There was no one here who knew about my condition. There was a chance that something would go wrong if I stopped taking my medication. I checked my work schedule. I was off the next day. I should be able to get away with skipping one dose, and just staying in my room the whole day. I stood up, tucking my notebook back into my pocket. I would skip tonight&#39;s dose. Just this once, just to see.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;During dinner prep, I eyed my coworkers, deciding if I should tell one of them my plans. I didn&#39;t really talk to any of them, and they didn&#39;t talk to me, although they talked to each other. I&#39;ve been told before that I&#39;m unapproachable, so I don&#39;t really blame them. But as a side effect I didn&#39;t know any of them well enough to know if they could be trusted with that information.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The logical choice, of course, would be to tell Jasper. He was the reason I was doing it. He seemed like he was good under pressure. I was still unsure of his motives though. It would not go well for either of us if he decided to abuse the knowledge that I was off my medication. But on the other hand, if he did try to hurt me, he would very quickly stop being anyone&#39;s problem.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Jasper came to dinner at the same time as Jamie&#39;s cabin. He spoke quietly to a camper, (maybe Sage?) for a few moments before going back to sit in his previous spot by the dish room. I watched him for a moment. He was less alert than he had been at lunch. He was slouching a little, which was uncharacteristic of him. I wiped my hands on my apron and walked over to him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Are you planning on eating anything tonight? If you have any dietary restrictions, we do have alternative dishes available upon request.&amp;quot; I smiled brightly and used my best customer service voice.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No, I already ate. What do you want, Basil?&amp;quot; He looked at me quizzically.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you ask me to tell you about my dreams?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;...Testing a theory. Why, have you been having any unusual dreams?&amp;quot; He sat up straight.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No, I never dream anymore. It&#39;s a side effect of a medication I take.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Interesting. I don&#39;t know if that would make a difference. What is the name of the drug?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&#39;s not... commercially available.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hm. How do you feel about skipping a dose or two?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Depending on whether I think your theory is worth investigating, I might forgo it tonight.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&#39;s not the sort of thing we should discuss in a crowded dining hall&amp;quot; His voice was carefully non-committal.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Will you be here after dinner?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I have nothing else going on, I suppose I can stay.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;We can go back to my room and talk then. I want to know what I&#39;m getting myself into&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Very well. I&#39;m sure you have work to get back to for now.&amp;quot; He settled back into a slight slouch. He was dismissing me. I stood up and left.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My coworkers gave me strange looks when I went back into the kitchen but didn&#39;t say anything. I offered no explanation and started washing dishes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;By the time I got out of the kitchen, the campers had already left to go to the amphitheater. Jasper was waiting for me at his table by the dish room. He stood up as I approached and followed me as back to my room. We passed the director on our way out. I worried she might ask why I wasn&#39;t going to the amphitheater, but she didn&#39;t even glance at me. Instead, she fixed Jasper with a strange steady expression I couldn&#39;t read before turning away and walking off. I glanced at Jasper, confused. He clenched his jaw and looked away. I decided not to push the issue.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Back in my room, Jasper hovered in the doorway before coming in and sitting in the chair I offered him. It was the only one in the room, so I sat on the bed, facing him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;So, tell me about your theory.&amp;quot; Jasper didn&#39;t seem like one for small talk, so I cut straight to the chase.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The creature you encountered in the woods is called a whisperer.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;So there really was something out there.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes. If they touch you, they form a bond with you, can enter your dreams, and if you go into the woods, past the wards, well. Let&#39;s just say the last person here who did that didn&#39;t come back. It touched Sage. But I&#39;m not sure how your involvement would affect you.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&#39;m assuming it&#39;s not really common knowledge that your woods are haunted by these whisperers, otherwise you would have told me in the dining hall&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The campers here are a mixed bag. Some of them know that the stories are true, some of them don&#39;t. Those who don&#39;t tend to react badly to finding out. You don&#39;t seem too surprised though&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I didn&#39;t know about the stories here. But I&#39;ve had my own experiences back...home&amp;quot; I waved vaguely.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I see. What do you think about skipping your medication tonight?&amp;quot; He seemed disinterested in chatting for long.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&#39;ll do it. But there&#39;s something you should know...&amp;quot; I hesitated, unsure how to explain myself. &amp;quot;I become...unstable when I&#39;m don&#39;t take it. I&#39;m not sure how much one day will affect me.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Unstable how?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;...mentally. And physically.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Interesting. Is there something you&#39;d like me to do about that?&amp;quot; His voice was even. I appreciated his calm demeanor.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&#39;m not sure. Like I said, I don&#39;t know how I&#39;ll be affected.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well. I usually sleep in the armory, but I do have a room in the staff barracks. I could stay here for the night. If you need me, I&#39;ll be just two rooms down.&amp;quot; He stood up, apparently finished with the conversation, and left.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Jan 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
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      <title>Whispering Pines Part 2</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/blog/whispering-pines-2/</link>
      
      <description>&lt;h2&gt;The second story in the Whispering Pines series by house of lief&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sage was in the forest again, alone this time. She seemed to be carried forward by something other than her own volition, her legs moving without her telling them to. She travelled further down the path, reaching the place where she had seen the monster. It was gone this time, replaced by a break in the underbrush that developed into something less refined than a path proper. Perhaps a deer trail. She found herself pushing aside branches and stepping off the path into the woods. Immediately upon leaving the path, it seemed to disappear in the underbrush, the trail behind her overgrown with thorny vines, leaving her no choice but to continue forward. She turned to look at the trail in front of her and saw the creature from the night before, pale skin and too many limbs protruding from its body. Looking at it, she was reminded briefly of those illustrations that are supposed to show what having a stroke is like, everything familiar but nothing recognizable. Antlers grew from its head and its pitch-black eyes seemed to stare straight through Sage with a horrifying knowing. As she watched the creature&#39;s face changed, taking on first Sage&#39;s likeness, though still with those black eyes, and shifting through the faces it seemed to draw from her memories, her aunts, Eleanor and Madge, her friends from her old town, her cabin mates here at camp. Sage tried to turn away, but she couldn&#39;t move. The creature was wearing her face again and it started laughing, its mouth unnaturally wide and filled with sharp teeth. The noise was sharp and grating on her ears. Its face shifted back to its own sickly pale visage and approached Sage. As its cold hands wrapped around her neck and started to squeeze, her feet unstuck and she stumbled backwards, tripping over a root.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sage hit the ground, and realized she was back in the cabin. It must have been a dream, she realized. She was on the floor next to her bunk, sheets tangled around her legs. Her skin was sticky with sweat. She stood up quietly, inspected her body for injuries, and spread her sheets back over her bed. She had bruised her hip from falling out of the bed but seemed otherwise to be physically unharmed. No one seemed to have heard her fall, either. It was only a few hours until Jamie would come in and wake everyone up for cabin inspections and breakfast, so she decided not to try to go back to sleep. Even if there had been time, she wouldn&#39;t have wanted to risk going back to the dream. It didn&#39;t take much to figure out that the dream was something more than the ordinary products of sleep. If nothing else, the lingering ache of her throat was evidence enough that something was amiss. She tried to remember what the counselor had said at the bonfire the other night, but she hadn&#39;t paid much attention beyond &amp;quot;There&#39;s something in the woods&amp;quot;. She should have known better, honestly, than to assume it was just some bullshit story made up to scare people into not getting lost. after some deliberation, she made up her mind to tell Jamie about the dream. She wanted to know if anything worse might happen, if anything could be done to stop it happening again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;While she waited for the other campers to wake up she found her mind wandering to that meeting with the director. It was strange that such a blatant violation of the rules hadn&#39;t been met with any significant punishment. They had been chastised of course, but the director seemed not to care at all that they had broken curfew and gone into the woods without their counselor and almost gotten killed. Maybe it was because the line cook (what was their name? Basil?) had been there. But she couldn&#39;t figure out why that should make any difference. There was something off about the director. She seemed flippant, like she didn&#39;t really care what happened to the campers or what they did so long as she didn&#39;t get sued. It was a strange attitude for someone who had evidently volunteered to be responsible for the safety of the hundred or so children at the camp. She seemed vaguely interested in the creature they had seen in the woods but after they told her about it she insisted that it was just a deformed tree and they should forget about it. Jamie had been reasonably distraught that half his cabin had gone on a midnight escapade without his knowledge, giving them a long lecture after the meeting about how irresponsible and dangerous it was to go out at night and how lucky they had been that nothing had really happened, all things that seemed normal given the circumstances.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When Jamie got up, Sage went over to his bunk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Jamie, can I talk to you for a second?&amp;quot; Jamie flinched and turned to face her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You startled me, Sage&amp;quot; he laughed nervously. &amp;quot;What&#39;s going on? Why are you up and dressed so early?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I... had a dream.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Okay. That&#39;s a pretty normal part of sleeping&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah I know that. This dream wasn&#39;t a normal dream though. It was, you know. it was about that night in the woods. the creature we saw.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&#39;s not good. Maybe it&#39;s just a nightmare though, something you ate or drank at dinner last night&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&#39;t think so. Look&amp;quot; Sage tipped her head back to expose her throat and the bruises that were beginning to show where the creature had tried to strangle her in the dream.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;...Oh. that&#39;s unusual. We&#39;ll go to the director at breakfast, I&#39;m sure---&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;,&amp;quot;No.&amp;quot; Sage cut him off. He looked up, surprised. &amp;quot;I mean, we shouldn&#39;t bother her right? Surely there&#39;s someone else?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I mean, she&#39;s been the director for as long as I&#39;ve been here. I&#39;m sure if there&#39;s anything to be concerned about she&#39;ll know what to do about it.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It seems a little drastic though, to go straight to the director.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Are you afraid she&#39;ll be upset with you? She already knows about your little adventure the other night.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No I just... I&#39;d rather not go to her right away. Are you sure we can&#39;t just sort this out on our own?&amp;quot; Sage paused, trying to think of someone else, if Jamie didn&#39;t have answers. &amp;quot;Or maybe we can ask Jasper for help. Hasn&#39;t he been here almost as long as the director? He should know what to do if you don&#39;t.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I guess so, yeah. I don&#39;t really know what to do about this, so we&#39;ll have to talk to Jasper, if you really don&#39;t want to talk to the director.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks&amp;quot; Sage was relieved not to be confronted with the director&#39;s strange apathetic demeanor again. She turned to go back to her bunk to finish getting ready for cabin inspections.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Wait, Sage. This might help&amp;quot; Jamie held out a necklace with a carved bone pendant. Sage took it, tentatively.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks, I think? What am I supposed to do with this?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Put it on. It&#39;s for luck, protection from evil. That kind of thing.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sage slipped it over her head and looked at the pendant. It wasn&#39;t any kind of symbol she recognized from what little her aunts had taught her about charms and talismans. But it probably wouldn&#39;t hurt to wear it. She headed back to her bunk, unhindered this time and straightened up her things for the inspection. After some thought, she slipped a knife into her pocket too. Sometimes magic needs a little help.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The director was nowhere to be seen at breakfast, so it was just as well that Sage had convinced Jamie to take her to Jasper instead. The director&#39;s secretary was there, looking very anxious, so Sage figured that the director was engaged in some kind of business meeting. Jasper never ate breakfast in the dining hall, preferring instead to eat alone in the armory, which is where Jamie and Sage found him after breakfast.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The armory was not so grand as it sounded. It was a medium sized storage shed, situated between the axe throwing range and the archery range. While Sage was not terribly happy about walking through the woods to get there, those parts of the paths were clear and the sun was bright, leaving very little in the way of dark corners for anyone or anything to hide in and surprise them. They arrived safe and unscathed to Jasper sitting on a tree stump handing out hatchets to another cabin. He was a thin, freckled young man. Sage thought he seemed a little unimpressive for a weapons instructor, but he had a reputation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Jamie, hey! What&#39;s going on? I thought your cabin was scheduled for the afternoon block.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey Jasper! We&#39;ll be back for axe throwing this afternoon, but Sage here kinda needs your help with something&amp;quot; Jamie gestured toward Sage.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;O-kay. what kind of help?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;She was one of the kids from my cabin who went on that expedition the other night---&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You know what? We should talk about this somewhere a little less crowded. Give me a couple minutes to give a demonstration.&amp;quot; Jasper stood up and walked over to where the campers were gathering in front of the targets. As they watched, he showed the proper way of holding the ax and throwing it so the blade would hit the target instead of the handle. After talking for a bit, he planted his feet and threw the ax. It hit the target directly in the center, sinking about an inch into the wood. Sage was impressed. His reputation was clearly not exaggerated. Satisfied with his performance, Jasper pulled the ax from the target and walked back over to Sage and Jamie.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Jamie, can you watch the kids? Sage, follow me.&amp;quot; Jasper stood up and went back into the armory. Sage looked to Jamie for approval and then followed Jasper.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Tell me exactly what happened in the woods.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, we heard about that kid that disappeared last summer, and we wanted to see... it sounds kinda stupid now. But anyway. We snuck out after curfew and just started walking down the trail after a while we saw this...thing in the woods. I don&#39;t really know how to describe it. it just didn&#39;t look right. and we looked at it for a bit but then the line cook---Basil, I think---was following us and they fell over a root or something. While we were looking away it tried to grab us and Basil told us to run---I don&#39;t know if it followed us, but it wasn&#39;t behind us when we got out of the forest. The director showed up then, and sent us all back to our cabin.&amp;quot; Sage paused for a moment.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Did... The creature you saw, did it touch any of you?&amp;quot; Jasper looked at her intently.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe? I felt something brush my arm, I think but it could have just been Basil. What does that have to do with anything?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You&#39;ve been having nightmares, I suppose&amp;quot; Jasper ignored Sage&#39;s question.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, just the one so far, but it was weird. in the dream that...creature grabbed my throat, and when I woke up, my neck hurt, and there are bruises now.&amp;quot; She showed him the marks on her neck.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I should have figured. Sorry, I can&#39;t help you.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Wait, what? You&#39;ve got to know something. you knew about the dream!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I didn&#39;t say i didn&#39;t know anything, I said I won&#39;t help you.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Can&#39;t or won&#39;t?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;...won&#39;t. Listen you don&#39;t know what you&#39;re asking for. Get anyone else to help you, or just go home but don&#39;t ask me&amp;quot; Jasper walked over to the door and opened it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Of course I don&#39;t know what I&#39;m asking for, you haven&#39;t told me! Look, this is my first summer here, I don&#39;t even know the name of that thing in the woods! I don&#39;t even know if it&#39;s real or just something I imagined! I know you told that story at the amphitheater about the Whisperer in the pines or whatever but I figured it was just made up to scare us into behaving. The director told me it was just a trick of the light but you act like it&#39;s something really dangerous, and i guess it is if it can leave bruises through my dreams. I just want to enjoy my summer!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;...Okay. Because it touched you, it&#39;s bound to you. That&#39;s why it can hurt you in your dreams. But you can hurt it too, and you&#39;re going to have to. The only way to stop the dreams is by killing it.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hang on. if it can be killed, why hasn&#39;t anyone else killed it?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&#39;s not one of a kind. there are god knows how many of them in the woods. We&#39;ve got wards around the ranges to keep them out but if you leave the wards, you&#39;ll have to bring your own protection. That&#39;s why the trails aren&#39;t maintained past the ranges, and we don&#39;t have kids disappearing left and right.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That kind of makes sense. Why even build a camp here though?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Are you a city kid or something? The woods are dangerous everywhere. Most people just know better than to go looking for trouble&amp;quot; Sage frowned at that but decided not to answer that accusation.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;All right, so I have to kill it. I&#39;ve never really killed anything before, let alone... whatever that is. Do I have to be the one to kill it?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You&#39;ll have to kill it, since you&#39;re bound to it.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;can you... can you help?&amp;quot; Sage looked at him, suddenly very afraid of what might happen to her.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I can tell you what to do, and I can give you the tools to do it. I really can&#39;t do anything more than that. Listen, I meant what I said before. You&#39;d be better off just calling your family and going home. You&#39;ll be safe if you don&#39;t come back.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&#39;t want to go home.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Okay. Come on, I&#39;ll send you back with your counselor. This is a lot for you to process, I can see that, and you probably didn&#39;t sleep much last night. You&#39;ll be safe for now, and that talisman Jamie gave you should let you get some rest.&amp;quot; Jasper put his hand on Sage&#39;s shoulder and guided her to the door. &amp;quot;You&#39;ll be fine, okay?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When they emerged from the armory, Jamie jogged over to them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Did you get things sorted out?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;More or less. We can talk more later. She&#39;ll be fine for tonight though.&amp;quot; Jasper attempted a reassuring smile and walked off to correct a camper&#39;s form.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sun, 02 Jan 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/blog/whispering-pines-2/</guid>
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      <title>Whispering Pines Part 1</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/blog/whispering-pines-1/</link>
      
      <description>&lt;h2&gt;The first story in the Whispering Pines series by house of lief&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I had just been brought on as a line cook for the summer at the Whispering Pines summer camp, a temporary position until I could figure out something more permanent. I was older than all the campers and even the counselors by at least 5 years. By all rights I should have stayed in the kitchen the whole summer, at least I should have only had to talk to the other kitchen staff. But the director singled me out after dinner on the first day of the camp and ushered me out to the amphitheater (which was just a hill with a fire pit at the bottom) to sit with the campers for some kind of event they were having. It seemed strange to me then that she didn&#39;t do the same for any of the other kitchen staff, she only seemed interested in ushering me out the back door and into the amphitheater. But I went along with it and took a seat at the back of the group.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A young counselor stepped into the light of the bonfire and began speaking. The pitch of his voice fluctuated in a way that made him seem anxious and unprepared. I leaned to look past the campers in front of me to see him. He was thin and pale, telling a story about how the camp came to be called Whispering pines. The campers around started talking amongst themselves, making it hard to hear what he was saying. I picked at a patch of dried pancake batter on my shirt and tried to listen, but I only caught snatches, just enough to figure out that it was a story warning the campers not to go out alone because of... something in the woods. I told myself that it was just a tale to scare the campers into staying in their bunks at night, but the more I listened, the more it seemed that counselor wasn&#39;t afraid of the crowd but of the thing he was describing. He would not name it, I noticed, as though the thing might be listening, might hear its name and come looking for the one who called it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The campers around me seemed not to notice, or not to care about the storyteller&#39;s demeanor. They were fearless in the way that teenagers often are, driven by the desperation and urgency of youth. I gave up on the storyteller and listened to their conversation:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Why do you think they make us come to this?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;They&#39;re probably just trying to scare us&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe, but I heard someone disappeared last summer, went for a walk in the woods, and never came back.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Where&#39;d you hear about that? I didn&#39;t see it in the news&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I heard it from someone who knew someone in the kid&#39;s cabin. He said they sent out a search party, but they couldn&#39;t find a body or anything&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I bet the kid just ran away. They&#39;re probably just squatting in some old farmhouse or something.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&#39;s probably it. You&#39;d think they&#39;d have shown up by now though, it&#39;s been almost a year, and I wouldn&#39;t want to squat in a farmhouse through the winter out here.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;They might have died of exposure. One of my dad&#39;s cousins died that way while he was backcountry camping in Michigan. They didn&#39;t find his body until the spring when another camper came across his tent.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, we should look for their body&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Tonight?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Why not? We&#39;ll sneak out after lights out&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The other campers laughed and agreed to meet up an hour after lights out by the trailhead. I was surprised a bit by how readily the kids agreed to the plan. I&#39;m not a superstitious person, and I really don&#39;t believe any of the stories the counselors tell about the camp are true, regardless of how compelling their delivery was. But there are much more commonplace dangers in the woods at night.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At some point I fell asleep, tired as I was from the days work and woke with a start to the director standing over me as the kids wandered out of the amphitheater to their cabins.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Did you enjoy your nap?&amp;quot; She smiled at me. In the dim flickering light, she had taken on a different appearance, one that had me thinking it was a good thing I woke up when I did.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I---ah... yeah, thanks. you startled me.&amp;quot; I stood up backing away from her a bit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Enjoy your night, Basil. and remember---stay on the path.&amp;quot; She turned away and seemed to vanish into the shadows. I shivered and hurried back to the staff barracks.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After I showered, I decided I should probably go to the trailhead when those campers planned to meet up for their expedition. I had a bad feeling something would happen to them, and I probably should have just told a counselor. But I didn&#39;t want to get them in trouble (I know how I was at that age) so I figured I would just go myself and follow at a distance in case anything happened. If something did happen ... I was a bit foggy about what I would do if something did happen. Radio for help? There wasn&#39;t any cell phone service. I had my walkie talkie but there was no guarantee anyone else had theirs with them or turned on and even if they did, I didn&#39;t know what the range of the radio was.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I went out, armed with my radio and a flashlight, the kids were standing around the trailhead. I left my flashlight off so they wouldn&#39;t see me and ask what I was doing out there. Maybe I should have confronted them then, pretended to be a counselor, and get them back to their cabins. But I just watched and waited for something to go wrong.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There were four kids in the group. two of them had actual flashlights, and the other half had turned on the flashlight on their cell phones. There wasn&#39;t much use for a cell phone out here for anything other than a flashlight, since there wasn&#39;t wi-fi at the camp either. There was a landline and a computer hardwired to the internet in the director&#39;s office, but no wi-fi and no cell service anywhere. I got the idea that the director was one of those weird conspiracy theorists that think the radiation from cell phones will give you brain cancer. I don&#39;t think she would even have the computer if she wasn&#39;t required to maintain electronic records by the state.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After pushing each other around for a bit, the kids settled down and headed into the woods on the trail.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Do you think we should go off the path to look? If they died on the trail they would have been found by now, you&#39;d think.&amp;quot; I flinched at that. I really did not want to go off the path.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Have you seen these trails? No one maintains them once they get past the ax-throwing range. I doubt anyone&#39;s even been out here since the initial search.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;They probably wouldn&#39;t have camped far from the trail anyway. The underbrush is too dense to walk through, let alone set up a camp.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You&#39;re probably right&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;We should come back in the daylight if we don&#39;t find anything tonight. I think we have a couple hours free after lunch&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What, are you scared of the dark?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I just think it would be easier to see during the day!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We were traveling deeper into the forest as they talked, sweeping their flashlights along the side of the path and taking diverging paths seemingly at random. I followed far enough back that their flashlights wouldn&#39;t reach me if they turned around and tried to memorize the turns we took so I could make my way back alone if I needed to. I was beginning to feel like I had been worried for nothing coming out and all I&#39;d accomplish was earning a reputation as a stalker when one of the campers stopped walking and gestured to the other three to stop and look where their flashlight pointed into the dark. I couldn&#39;t see what they were looking at but they all fell silent and stared. My heart quickened and I gripped my radio, wishing I had grabbed a knife from the kitchen before coming out here in the dark with a bunch of teenagers. All I had was a box cutter on my key chain with barely a half-inch blade.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&#39;s not moving...maybe it&#39;s dead?&amp;quot; one of the teenagers finally whispered.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Or maybe it&#39;s asleep. We should go back, this was a bad idea&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I kind of want to touch it.&amp;quot; I recognized that as the voice of the camper who had originally suggested the outing. Figures. Still, if they turned around I would need to figure out how to get behind them again without being noticed and I did not savor the idea of going off the path with whatever it was the kids were looking at. I looked around to see if I could find a place to hide---and tripped backward over a rock in the path. They swung their flashlights over to where I fell, still out of range of the light. For a moment I was glad to stay undetected until I saw a creature reach out of the trees toward the daredevil kid.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Look behind you!&amp;quot; I called out to them, grabbing a longish stick off the path (it really hadn&#39;t been cleared recently) and rushing out past the kids. They yelled in confusion until I swung the branch and hit the creature&#39;s arm. It recoiled from the blow.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Run!&amp;quot; I yelled, pushing the kids back the way they came. They didn&#39;t bother protesting and sprinted away. I followed behind, turning on my flashlight and watching to make sure the thing didn&#39;t follow us. It took us much longer than I thought it should have to get out of the forest but whatever was in the trees didn&#39;t step out on to the path and we eventually emerged back at the trail head. When everyone was out the teenagers turned to me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Who the hell are you? Were you following us?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I---&amp;quot; I paused, unsure how to explain myself. &amp;quot;I heard you talking at the bonfire, I wanted to make sure you didn&#39;t get hurt.&amp;quot; It sounded stupid out loud. What kind of 27 year old follows a bunch of high schoolers into the woods at 1 am, just to be sure they&#39;re safe?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Are you a counselor or something?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No, I&#39;m just a cook. I should&#39;ve just told a counselor---I didn&#39;t want you to get in trouble---&amp;quot; fumbled around in my pockets for something to prove I worked for the camp. &amp;quot;Dammit, I must have dropped my radio in the woods.&amp;quot; I said half to myself.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;How do we know you aren&#39;t lying?&amp;quot; I didn&#39;t have anything to say to that. Luckily, I didn&#39;t have to say anything, since at that moment the director walked up to us.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hello Basil, hello children. You&#39;re from Jamie&#39;s cabin, aren&#39;t you? I&#39;ll have to talk to them about keeping better track of you at night. Did you find what you were looking for in the woods?&amp;quot; She was carrying a large kerosene lantern that flickered ominously, casting strange shadows across her face. For a moment I forgot my fear in the strangeness of the scene. Who uses kerosene lanterns anymore? Why not just use a flashlight? And what was she doing awake? Did she hear us yelling? The campers stammered a response to her question, just as surprised to see her as I was.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Why don&#39;t you get back to your cabin? I&#39;m sure Jamie is worried about you. Come to my office after breakfast and we&#39;ll talk about this more. And Basil?&amp;quot; I had started backing away, hoping I could escape her attention. I obviously failed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes ma&#39;am?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Thanks for looking after the children.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I, um. You&#39;re welcome?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&#39;ll get you a new radio in the morning. Feel free to sleep in, Daniel can cook breakfast.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you, ma&#39;am&amp;quot; She smiled at me and walked towards her house. I stood stunned for a moment before heading to my own room. At least she hadn&#39;t fired me. I still didn&#39;t know what to make of any of the things that had happened, but I couldn&#39;t afford to quit so I just went to my room and tried to sleep it off like bad hangover.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/blog/whispering-pines-1/</guid>
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      <title>Plan of Attack</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/blog/plan-of-attack/</link>
      
      <description>&lt;h2&gt;A short story by house of lief&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sun had just started setting when August started walking. He didn&#39;t have a particular destination in mind, just wanted to clear his head. As he wandered, he found his feet taking him on the familiar paths of his childhood, heading south toward the river. This might be the last time he walks these paths, he thought. When he was young, the paths weren&#39;t as rough as they are now. There were solar lights along the guardrail then, but they had been torn apart for parts long ago and only the mounts with the occasional dangling wire remained. The cement that had been fresh poured when he walked the path to school as a child was now cracked and uneven, uprooted by frost and flood over the years. August walked slowly now, weighed down by the gravity of his decision.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He would miss these paths. But, in all honesty, the town he had grown up in had been gone for a while, and very few of the people were even still alive. Even he had failed to make it so far unscathed, he thought, tightening the fingers of his prosthetic right hand into a fist. He had lost his hand working as a medic after the hospital closed. Most people left him alone in those days because they knew they&#39;d eventually need his help, so he hadn&#39;t thought he needed to be able to defend himself. A few scavengers from out of town came to the clinic to steal...something. He didn&#39;t know what, although he suspected they were after drugs. They didn&#39;t bother asking, just came running through with their knives out. He tried to stop them or at least to make sure they didn&#39;t hurt his patients. When they saw he was resisting...he was lucky all they took was his hand.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Saffron taught him to fight after that. She always said he was too trusting, too reckless. He reckoned he was, seeing as how Saffron was always so careful and it hadn&#39;t kept her safe. But he wanted to help people. That&#39;s all he ever wanted, to make life a little easier, a little longer for a few people. And he had done that and done it well. Wasn&#39;t that enough? He knew it wasn&#39;t. It couldn&#39;t be, as long as there were still people coming to him with empty stomachs and infected wounds and terrible stories of how they had gotten them. He had people helping him now, but he still worried about what they would do if he couldn&#39;t make it back. He had tried to teach his apprentices everything they needed to know. How to stitch a wound and how to make a meal out of nothing. It was probably enough. It would have to be enough.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;August became aware of a second set of footsteps on the path and quickened his pace. There were a few people who knew where he was, and he didn&#39;t want to talk to any of them. They would only try to talk him out of what he needed to do. A dirt path forked off the main trail and he took it, moving as quietly as he could so his pursuer wouldn&#39;t know where he had gone. Still, he was used to avoiding being tailed by strangers, not by his friends. The footsteps followed him down the dirt path. He sighed and turned to meet them.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;All right, which one of you is following me? I thought I made it clear I wanted to be alone.&amp;quot; He peered into the dark at the approaching figure as they stepped into the moonlight.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&#39;s Hannah.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hello, Hannah. Care to explain why you&#39;re following me?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I know you wanted to be alone, but I think you&#39;re making the wrong decision.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;And what would you have me do instead? Abandon my friend? Keep going about my life like she isn&#39;t in danger?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Surely there&#39;s someone else who can go! You&#39;re a medic, for God&#39;s sake! Not a spy!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I won&#39;t be spying. This isn&#39;t an intel mission.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You know what I mean. It&#39;s dangerous out there, and we have people who are trained for things like this&amp;quot; Hannah crossed her arms and frowned.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You&#39;re right. We have me.&amp;quot; August rubbed his temples. &amp;quot;Listen, everyone else who has the training to rescue Saffron is either already on a mission or injured. I&#39;m it.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Then why not wait until someone gets back or recovers? Why not train someone else?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;There&#39;s no time, Hannah. Frankly, it&#39;s a miracle she&#39;s stayed alive this long, and if she wasn&#39;t Saffron, she wouldn&#39;t have.&amp;quot; August turned towards the path. &amp;quot;Let&#39;s keep walking.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Please, August. We need you here. If you go, we&#39;ll lose you and Saffron. What would be the point of that?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You don&#39;t need me as much as you think you do. Do you think I would even consider going if I thought everything would fall apart when I left? I&#39;ve been training all of you for years to be able to take over from me. Even if I wasn&#39;t going on this mission, I wouldn&#39;t be able to work for much longer anyway.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You&#39;ve been talking about retiring as long as I&#39;ve been here, and it hasn&#39;t happened yet. Besides, even if you retired, you&#39;d stay here. There&#39;s nowhere else for you to go. We&#39;d still be able to go to you.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I have to go, Hannah. I know Saffron better than anyone. I know the empire better than anyone. I&#39;ve been supporting people on missions like this for decades, you think I don&#39;t know what it takes? Listen, let me take you home. I&#39;ll show you what I&#39;m going to do. Maybe then you&#39;ll understand why I have to be the one to go.&amp;quot; August placed his hand on her shoulder and led her back up the path toward town. He didn&#39;t want this any more than she did. He just wanted to help a few people, but isn&#39;t that what Saffron wanted, too? He wondered if maybe Hannah was right, maybe there was someone else who could go, one of the newer agents. Maybe that kid Jamie---but he couldn&#39;t send anyone else. Couldn&#39;t risk another person&#39;s life. And the empire knew him, trusted him, as much as he hated to admit it. He had helped anyone who came to his door, without asking questions. Some of those people had been soldiers, and a few of them had gone on to be quite successful at their jobs, getting promoted up the ranks. They would help him now, he was sure, at the very least by turning a blind eye to some of what he needed to do.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Back at the house, August led Hannah to his office. He had shared the office with Saffron before he started traveling and her desk was still there, the drawers still full of her research and notes. He hoped she would be back in the office someday, that they would sit next to each other again. He hoped at least that he would see her again before either of them died.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He encouraged Hannah to sit down while he dug through his own drawers, pulling up schematics and protocols. He could have stored his files digitally, but he found paper made his plans feel more real, more possible. And besides, it was easier to destroy. The empire devoted a lot of resources to surveillance, including reconstructing digital data from fragments to figure out where the rebels planned on going next. With paper, there was nothing to reconstruct. His life&#39;s work could be erased with a single match.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Eventually, he found everything he was looking for and turned back toward Hannah, laying the papers out on Saffron&#39;s desk.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Look, Hannah. You&#39;re right. This is a suicide mission. If I succeed, it&#39;ll be because of luck or because I had a lot of help. I&#39;m calling in every favor I can for this, and it still probably won&#39;t be enough. But the people helping me aren&#39;t people who would help anyone else. They don&#39;t work for me, and if they did, they probably couldn&#39;t help me. But because of that, they don&#39;t trust any of our other agents. They barely trust me---if I give them any reason to think they might get hurt because of what I&#39;m doing most of them would probably turn me in immediately. I am almost as likely to get killed by the people helping me as the people I&#39;m trying to avoid. Do you understand that?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Hannah was looking at the papers on the desk, shuffling them around.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I can see why you&#39;re the only person who has a chance at saving Saffron. But if the dice are loaded against you why even try? We would lose both of you, do you really think it&#39;s worth it?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That was the question, wasn&#39;t it? August thought. Was the barest possibility of saving Saffron worth losing his own life?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; he said firmly. Of course it was worth it. &amp;quot;Saffron has done so much for all of us, for me especially. I wouldn&#39;t be here if it weren&#39;t for her. She&#39;s saved my life countless times. It&#39;s the least I can do to try to repay that debt.&amp;quot; August sat down heavily in the chair opposite Hannah. &amp;quot;There is a chance I will succeed. I must try. But I would not risk anyone else&#39;s life for such foolishness.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You took an oath&amp;quot; Hannah realized. &amp;quot;You&#39;ve left debts unpaid before, but this one&#39;s different. You&#39;re bound to repay her.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes. It was a long time ago.&amp;quot; He paused. &amp;quot;You are young still. Save yourself some trouble and don&#39;t take oaths. An oath is easy to say, but much harder to keep. Better to keep yourself out of trouble with whatever god still watches this cursed planet.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Let one of us go with you, at least part of the way. I would not have you break your oath, but we can at least make it easier for you. Please, August. Let me go with you&amp;quot; Hannah touched his hand, briefly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He considered her request. As determined as he was to go, he was afraid. It would be good to have some company, at least part of the way.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Very well. You can come with me to the edge of the wastelands, but no further. I won&#39;t have your blood on my hands, they are dirty enough already&amp;quot; August stood up. &amp;quot;Come. We have talked long enough. I&#39;ll tell you what I plan to do while we pack for the journey.&amp;quot; He gathered the papers from Saffron&#39;s desk and led Hannah out of the office, shutting the door behind them for the last time.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/blog/plan-of-attack/</guid>
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      <title>An incomplete catalog of detritus in a rotting tree</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/blog/incomplete-catalog/</link>
      
      <description>&lt;p&gt;one half of a freshwater mussel shell&lt;br&gt;
a deflated blue foil birthday balloon&lt;br&gt;
three ribs and a cracked fragment of a skull.&lt;br&gt;
an abandoned dishcloth, faded maroon&lt;br&gt;
Woodsy Thyme-moss growing over the bark&lt;br&gt;
oak and maple leaves, rotting into soil&lt;br&gt;
a red and rusted combination lock.&lt;br&gt;
rocks pulled from the river, a cracked fossil&lt;br&gt;
a half-crushed and empty bud light bottle&lt;br&gt;
whispered prayers for safety and redemption&lt;br&gt;
my bare hands, the filtered light of the sun.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/blog/incomplete-catalog/</guid>
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      <title>Haunted Grove</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/blog/haunted-grove/</link>
      
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a mostly true story by house of lief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I acquired a habit in my first year of university of going to the woods as a type of self-medication. Part of it was that my roommate was in the room more often than I was, so if I wanted to be alone I had to go somewhere else to find that. But the other half was I needed somewhere to worship. I had no church, no way to get into town even if I had one, and I have never felt close to god inside. So I started spending Sunday mornings on my knees by the river.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;There was almost never anyone else in the woods. Sure, I would occasionally see boys playing disc golf in the warmer months, and once or twice I would see a dog walker or a botany student, but I learned pretty quickly what parts of the paths they would be on and how to avoid them. By my second year at college, I could reliably go into the woods every day and never see another soul. I felt safe there, in ways that other people didn&#39;t tend to feel in the woods. Maybe that&#39;s because of how I was raised, bare feet on the bark of a tree, or maybe it&#39;s because the woods never asked me for anything. I have been told that something in the woods is hungry, so maybe I liked the way that spirit and I ache in the same way, our bellies empty for so long we forget what it is we even want to fill them with.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was Halloween and a Sunday when I first began wondering what it was the woods wanted. I was stumbling more than walking along the paths, panic spilling out of my throat like water through a broken dam. It was one of those days where I wanted to grab God by the shoulders and beg him for an answer. When I found the deer I nearly tripped over it, lying pressed into the grass on the shore. I was startled, not so much by its presence or the fact of its death but the way that at first glance, it looked like it didn&#39;t have a head. It was in perfect condition, recently dead except for its swollen, bloating belly and its broken neck. The head of the deer was folded under its body, as though it had fallen on top of it. I could find no wound to betray the cause of its death. It might have been shot or it might have died from the broken neck. Seeing as it was Halloween, I was shocked out of my panic into a sort of morbid curiosity.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The deer was not the first dead thing I had found in the woods but it was the first whole one. I developed a habit of going back to that section of the riverbank every so often to look at the deer. It was a surprisingly effective grounding technique: it is hard to feel disconnected from your body in the presence of decaying flesh. I began to feel a certain measure of attachment, affection to the deer and its decay. I was interested in the science of the thing, how the first thing to come was birds and other large scavengers, then beetles and grubs and the bacteria that rotted in its belly. When I came back from winter break, I figured I should go and see it again. It was a week before I found time to get out there, stumbling into the woods half-blind again from panic. But when I reached the patch of the river bank a few feet off the path where the corpse had been, all I could find was the jawbone, split in half and half-buried in the frozen dirt. Like I had been when I first found the corpse, the discovery sent me reeling. I combed the whole clearing and found, instead of the deer&#39;s body, a broken mirror at the base of a tree just up the hill. It is one thing to know the woods are hungry. It is another thing to discover the woods are eating.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I still go into the woods. I have even been back through that clearing (I have to pass through it to get to another clearing, with a bench and a fallen tree that is more comforting). But I am cautious now. I do not believe in haunting, spirits, or ghosts. But I&#39;m not sure the spirits know that. The woods are not hungry for me, they do not want anything I can offer, but I am smart enough not to get between the mouth of a beast and its prey.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/blog/haunted-grove/</guid>
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      <title>I am not the god that brought you out of Egypt</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/blog/god-of-egypt/</link>
      
      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can also read this poem as a comic on my &lt;a href=&quot;https://houseoflief.itch.io&quot;&gt;itch.io&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Everything I do, I do religiously&lt;br&gt;
which is to say, doubt is my mother tongue.&lt;br&gt;
You want to be a priest at my alter,&lt;br&gt;
but i am only a poor acolyte,&lt;br&gt;
worshipping the grave of a long dead god.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Everything i do, I do religiously,&lt;br&gt;
I mean, I confess to an empty sky&lt;br&gt;
in a vision the river flows above me&lt;br&gt;
and the sunset glows behind it, blood red&lt;br&gt;
There is no alter to an absent god.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
i treat everything like a religion,&lt;br&gt;
by which i mean you are not a (my) priest&lt;br&gt;
you are only a flood in the springtime&lt;br&gt;
only water over the lush new green.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/blog/god-of-egypt/</guid>
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      <title>Meditation on Genesis 32</title>
      <link>https://houseoflief.com/blog/genesis-32/</link>
      
      <description>&lt;p&gt;on a bridge, two men wrestle each other.&lt;br&gt;
They are friends, brothers, maybe lovers&lt;br&gt;
You can&#39;t tell the nature of the game,&lt;br&gt;
Whether they wrestle out of love or anger.&lt;br&gt;
They collapse, shouting out each other&#39;s name.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Let me give you the vision differently:&lt;br&gt;
Your name is Jacob, and you leave your family&lt;br&gt;
on the far side of the river. You taste blood.&lt;br&gt;
You are wrestling a man you can&#39;t see&lt;br&gt;
And when you ask his name, he tells you yours,&lt;br&gt;
Calls you Israel, He struggles with God.&lt;br&gt;
His voice is like a wind, and you wonder&lt;br&gt;
What are you going to tell your mother?&lt;br&gt;
Your opponent is gone. The river floods.&lt;/p&gt;
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      <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2022 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>Lief Bennett</dc:creator>
      <guid>https://houseoflief.com/blog/genesis-32/</guid>
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