Charcoal In the Snow

In times of plenty, people are generous. Happy to share all that they have with family and friends both far and wide. In times of strife, friendships are diminished and only close family takes priority. The generous become stingy and close their eyes to the misery around them.

There had been two years of drought, with burning hot temperatures in the summer, causing the crops to droop and burn. And now, as winter swirled in, white and freezing with cold, people in the village only had enough food for themselves and their families.

It wasn’t cruelty that had them ignoring the child in ragged clothes, it was that they didn’t have the resources to help anyone that wasn’t their own. That’s what they told themselves as they wrapped their coats tighter around themselves and sped their steps as they passed the pathetic figure dressed in rags huddled against the wall of the local mercantile shop.

People went in and out of the shop all day, clutching their bundles of food and necessities. Turning their eyes away from the beggar child. No one deigning to stop and help someone that wasn’t part of their family.

The sky darkened and the temperature dropped even more. Snowflakes swirled down, adding another layer of white to the already snowy street.

Unnoticed, the child fell over. Seeming destined to die ignored and alone. Young life snuffed out too soon.

A father sent out by his wife exited the mercantile shop and nearly stepped on a small hand. "Oh dear, what is this?"

Shocked to see the hand, the man cleared the snow away and was surprised to find a child wearing ragged clothes that were much too thin for the cold. He hesitated barely a heartbeat before scooping the child up in his arms and hurriedly carried him back to his home.

"Wife! Wife! I’ve found a frozen child! Help me to save a life!" he called as he rushed into the house, not even pausing to stomp the snow off his boots.

"What’s this now?" His wife bustled out from the kitchen, her eyes going wide as she saw the unconscious form in his arms. "Oh no. Bring the child over to the couch. I’ll heat some water. You get out of those clothes and boots. First Son! First Son, bring the brown blanket!"

First Son left the rug in front of the fire where he’d been playing with his younger sister and even younger brother and hurried to his parents’ room to get the blanket from the chest at the foot of their bed. The brown blanket was thick and warm, the top embroidered with pink flowers and pale green leaves.

He brought the blanket to the couch where his mother had stripped off the child’s rags and was covering the small body with towels. "He’s so dirty," First Son said. "Are you sure you want to put the blanket on him? He’ll get it dirty."

"We can wash the blanket," his mother said. "We can’t raise the dead. I’ll lift him up and you fold the blanket around him. We need to warm him up before it’s too late."

First Son followed his mother’s instructions, but the frown between his brows never lessened. "Why don’t you wash him? Won’t a hot bath help him the most?"

"He’s been frozen in the cold. If we throw him into a hot bath, the shock might kill him. We’ll warm him up, then bathe him in a while." She settled the blanket around the child, then gently felt his cheeks and forehead. "No fever yet, but he’s likely to fall very ill. A child so young, it’s hard to survive such a chill."

"Mama, is the boy going to die?" Second Son asked, having toddled up when no one noticed.

"Not if we can help it," his mother said. "I’ll go make him some porridge. You keep an eye on him and let me know if he wakes up."

"Yes, Mama."

The family stayed up late into the night, the children insisting on sleeping in front of the fire so they could help their mother and father if needed. And their mother tended to the child on the couch, wiping him clean and feeding porridge into his little mouth.

And the boy survived the night. And the following days. He burned with fever, but with the family’s attentive care he didn’t burn too hot and his brain remained unburnt. And a week later he regained his senses and his curious mind and he joined the family for the rest of the winter.

He played with First Daughter and Second Son. He followed First Son, who he admired greatly. He tried to help with chores though he seemed unfamiliar with the tasks. And altogether he was a sweet child that was grateful to have been saved.

He didn’t speak at first, his silence making the family think that he might be mute, but one day he was playing with First Daughter and spoke his first word. And after that first word, he continued talking, and it turned out he was a smart child with a cute voice.

By the time spring came, the family had begun to see him as being one of them. The siblings saw him as another brother, and the mother and father saw him as another son. Even with the shortages brought about by the last few bad seasons, they started planning how to make a place for him in their lives.

But in the middle of spring strangers came to the village, men and women on horseback, bodies jangling with swords and chainmail. Faces and voices serious as they held up drawings of a missing child.

The missing child that had been living with the family.

It turned out that the boy had been kidnapped and held for ransom. His clothes and identity card had been taken away as he’d been taken far from his home. The clothes had been used as proof that they had the child and a meeting place had been set.

But at some point during the journey to the meet up, one of the kidnappers had given in to unnatural desires and the frightened child had escaped before anything could happen.

Lost and alone in a strange place, knowing he was being pursued by the kidnappers, the child hadn’t dared to tell anyone his identity to ask for help. He could only attempt to make his way home on his own, though he hadn’t been sure of the direction and had gotten lost, ending up in the town after the snows had begun to fall. Unable to speak and ignored by the townspeople, he would have died if the kind father hadn’t stopped to help.

The leader of the guards gave the family a purse full of coin before taking the young master back to his own home, where his mother and father gathered him close and swore they would never let him leave their sight ever again.

And the spring turned to summer turned to winter turned to spring again. And in that following summer, the villager family was greeted by powerful guests in the form of the boy they had saved and his grateful parents.

And in reward for helping a "beggar child" that otherwise would have died, unnoticed and unlamented, they were greatly rewarded. The parents received a gift of money and fertile land. The sons were able to go to school, resulting in futures both hopeful and bright. And First Daughter became a goddaughter of the wealthy family, her schooling paid for and her marriage prospects expanded far beyond the village and the surrounding county.

For showing kindness when they didn’t need to, the family was rewarded far beyond anything they ever could have imagined. But even without the reward, they still would have helped him. Because their kindness went beyond skin deep and was imprinted on their bones. To show graciousness and generosity not just when they had plenty, but also when a single piece of charcoal could keep someone alive in the snow.

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Kakushigoto 01 at Amazon

A Single Glance

Darkstar in a Santa hat.

Darkstar in a Santa hat.

Chloe leaned closer toward the fence, her glossy eyes focused on the supervillain. He was so beautiful that she couldn’t even consider looking away.

He was a force of nature, unleashing violence upon those that had aroused his anger. One brush of his hand against someone resulted in pulverized flesh and a splash of grim red, all that was left of what had once been a human being.

He was unstoppable and unbothered.

He was beautiful. And terrible. And she had no desire to look away from him.

She’d never been in his presence before. Had only seen him on TV or the Internet, his face a Gaussian blur.

It was only chance she was here today. Her bad luck turned to opportunity. A chance to see him in person.

To feel the breathtaking pressure of his presence. It made her clamp her legs together, her skin prickling.

She’d been walking home, focused on keeping her booted feet from slipping on the icy sidewalk, when there had been a loud “BOOM!” to her left.

Blinking through snowflakes that wanted to cling to her eyelashes, she was caught by the sight of DARKSTAR! confronting what looked like a group of neo-Nazis terrorizing a handful of people.

Darkstar had been standing protectively over a bruised and bloody teenager who was lying on the ground, feathery bleach blond hair scattered around their face. The supervillain’s hands were loosely fisted at his sides, but he hadn’t looked angry until one of the neo-Nazis had said something Chloe couldn’t hear.

And then…

She’d seen plenty of superbattles on the news and from the shaky cam clips that regularly popped up on the Internet. But she’d never seen–felt–anything like this.

Darkstar’s movements were so easy that the resultant violence should have been shocking. She should have been horrified by what she was seeing. But instead all she felt was fascination.

He was so beautiful. The image of him was seared across her mind. She couldn’t have looked away if she wanted to, and she didn’t want to.

He was wearing dark wash jeans and a green winter jacket. The red and white Santa hat on his head was undeniably cute. Not a single drop of blood or viscera dared to touch him as he slapped a man on the shoulder, instantly liquifying flesh and bone.

She didn’t dare to blink, afraid of missing anything. He didn’t seem to be moving fast, but everything happened so fast that she was still holding her breath when it was over.

He stood there, not seeming to notice the stares of the people he’d saved. He was distant and glorious, seemingly outside of the world around him.

He didn’t say anything to the people he’d saved. He turned his head and looked around, a casual glance that caught Chloe where she stood before passing by without a pause.

But she felt like she’d been put on pause. His eyes had been so blue. Searing into her. Imprinting on her soul so deep that she would never be able to get him out.

Even after he left, she still stood there for a long time. Unmoving. Barely breathing. Dazzled by him.


Sighing, Darkstar stepped away from the mess he’d made and wondered if maybe he’d overreacted a little.

Glancing around, he could feel the pressure of dozens of eyes focused on him. If he’d been someone else, he would have felt a prickle of unease. Because he was himself, he had the idle thought wondering if he was going to have to unleash more violence on someone.

But the people staring at him as though dazzled were normal people. There wasn’t a hint of hostility coming from any of them. And quite a bit of worship coming from more than a few.

His eye was caught by a young woman standing behind the chainlink fence surrounding the field. Her mouth was open in a little “o” and she was staring right at him with the look of someone that had been thoroughly Charmed.

Feeling a bit bad, he hurriedly looked away from her, then leapt into the air and flew away. Not knowing that that woman, five years from now, would be one of the most fervent Darksters in the country. The legendary figure known as The Iron Gorilla.

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A/N: As has been mentioned previously, those with powerful metabilities can cause those with potential to Manifest metabilities of their own. In H&V, living with Vereint and Warrick results in Melissa Kim having stronger metabilities than Melissa Song Kim from the Kanonverse.

Darkstar, by his mere presence, is a spark that lights a fire in other people wherever he goes.

Prairie Fires at Amazon

I feel like if someone is a human turd sandwich, there is some moral obligation to disinvite them from social media platforms. At the very least, stop recommending them to people.

"But that would be tampering with The Algorithm!"–My dudes, you tamper with The Algorithm on the regular. That’s why that POS is able to pay you money and end up on everyone’s For You feed. Don’t bullshit me.

If the algorithm was really fair, Those People would not be popping up on everyone’s feed in the first place. People would be able to give a Dislike, and your algorithm wouldn’t take all that loathing and use it to boost that POS rather than giving them a negative rating.

The Algorithm boosts garbage, people are recommended that garbage so they glance at it, and then The Algorithm boosts the garbage more because so many people looked at it. Your algorithm is broken. You need to fix your filters.

Like, YouTube: I wanted to know what movies were coming in the future, so I watched some upcoming trailers.

Then SOMEHOW The Algorithm started suggesting trailers for movies THAT AREN’T REAL.

Trailers created with AI for "upcoming movies" that are never going to be made. And I get that there’s satire and fair use and all other kinds of reasons why it’s okay to use real actors’ names and faces and voices without their permission for fake movies… But when I’m on the YouTube home page I can’t read the video descriptions on my TV. All I get are the titles and the thumbnails.

So I watched like four trailers for fake movies and I was getting ANGRY that all the upcoming movies suck so bad.

Fix your algorithms, people.

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Heroes & Villains at Amazon

My Dash Mini Donut Maker arrived and I’ve used it once.

I think the machine is a very good thing. It’s easy to clean. It heats up fairly fast. You have to open it and flip the donuts after about a minute and a half, but there’s not a lot of steam or a blast of heat. It’s not intended for children or clumsy people to use, but if you’re careful it won’t burn you. It works well.

The recipe directions… eh. The plain donut recipe made a super dense donut. And the chocolate donut recipe has a printing problem and doesn’t tell how many cups of cocoa should be used. So the included recipes are not to be relied upon.

Tomorrow I’m going to make boxed cake mix donuts. From all the reviews, the donut maker is great for cooking cake mix. And later (after buying groceries) I’m going to try a fudge brownie mix, Jiffy muffin mix, cornbread mix, banana bread mix, etc. I’ve even considered how I could make mini-bagels in it.

So yeah. I like the mini donut maker. I’m glad to add it to my larger collection of Dash mini-maker appliances. The only problem with it is the included recipes, which means having to search the Internet for a recipe I like.

Ideas I’ve had:

  • "Strawberry shortcake" — The center "holes" don’t cut all the way through. There’s a thin middle section that remains. So I can make a yellow cake or angel food cake donut and use it as the base for a strawberry shortcake-type desert.
  • Ice Cream Cake — I can make a bunch of cake donuts and use them to line the bottom of a pan, then drizzle with that ice cream sauce that makes a "hard" shell, then layer ice cream, whipped cream, and cut fruit. Or just make multiple layers of cake donuts, ice cream shell sauce, ice cream, donuts, and sauce. I like ice cream cake, so being able to make an "ice cream donut cake" could be delicious fun.
  • "Cheesy Bread" — Probably make a bread or biscuit dough that I form into a strip that I can fold around some cheese and maybe some cooked sausage or cooked bits of bacon. Then I can take the roll of filled dough and cut off pieces to fit in the maker’s donut holes, pinching the ends together. It should make a bread ring that can then be dipped in butter or a butter-garlic sauce.
  • "Pizza Dippers" — The same idea as the Cheesy Bread, but putting pizza cheese and pepperoni or other pizza toppings inside. Then after they’re cooked the pizza dippers can be dipped into marinara sauce (I just use spaghetti sauce) with or without being brushed with melted butter and sprinkled with a mixture of parmesan, garlic, and salt first.
  • "Crab Cakes" — I don’t know what donut shaped crab cakes or tuna fish cakes will be like, but it’s fun to experiment. And since I’d be using canned crab or tuna fish, there’s no worry that they would be undercooked, Like, I don’t know if I would use the donut maker to make donut-shaped meatballs/meat loaf bites. But I know that some people make crab cakes in their waffle makers.

I look at the donut maker and there’s a lot of possibility.


I’ve been going a bit hard at the Amazon Vine requests, but it’s mostly been things I have always wanted or that I need. And yeah, a few things just for myself, like the diamond art kits I got. But mostly not a bunch of junk that’s going to clutter the house.

(Amazon list: "I got that" https://www.amazon.com/shop/harperkingsley0/list/2N4YMQNTQSBKN)

One thing I got that I’ve always been curious about is a candle making kit. But it’s never been a priority item, so I’ve never gotten one.

Until now.

I got a candle making kit to review, and though I haven’t used it yet, I opened the box and saw that there’s everything I need to start out. A wax melter, 8 bags of wax beads, 8 jars, wicks and their little stickers, wax dye cubes, essential oils, and dried flowers.

The included directions aren’t the best, but the kit comes everything I think I need to start out with. At this point, I just want to know if candle making is something I’ll like doing. Like, I’ve always liked the idea of the little fondue pots that are heated with tealight candles. And if I have my own electric wax melter, I can refill metal tealight candle tins and it’s not a waste.

The kit includes essential oils, which I’m not sure about. There are so many essential oils that are a hazard toward a cat’s health. So any candles I make for my own use are likely going to be unscented. But maybe I’ll get into making and gifting candles to other people.

I think the big candles that are different scents as they burn down are a lot of fun. It’s just I don’t want to make a candle that becomes stinky as the melted wax of one scent mixes with another.

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