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Amethyst Qu
Bio
Seeker, traveler, birder, crystal collector, photographer. I sometimes visit the mysterious side of life. Author of "The Moldavite Message" and "Crystal Magick, Meditation, and Manifestation."
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Stories (67/0)
That Time I Saw Jupiter's Moons Naked Eye
Jupiter's four largest moons are easy to see in my binoculars. They are familiar friends that I often look for when I spot Jupiter's golden light in the night sky. However, on October 24, 2012, in the wee hours of the night in Tokyo, I had an odd experience with Jupiter's moons that I still can't explain.
By Amethyst Qu3 years ago in FYI
Actually, Dude, Exactly No One Says the World Will End in Ice
Joshua and I had an ongoing argument about what was more authentic. He liked to bid on auctions or maybe he'd go to somebody's garage sale and buy up shoeboxes full of old postcards. To me, that wasn't the least bit real, that was buying it.
By Amethyst Qu3 years ago in Fiction
Every Serial Killer Has a First
Most of the time you know why somebody's trying to kill you. You might not want to sit down with the sheriff for a chitchat about the reasons why, but you know. Somebody doesn't like you, and they think this lovely blue planet would look prettier without you. Or somebody wants what you got-- money probably, but sometimes something they can sell for money.
By Amethyst Qu3 years ago in Fiction
They Call Me Steal Magnolia
Some nights, the magic neon bulb lights up your skull and you're reading their cards like an open book. You can't make a mistake. Game's going like that, you can't leave. No way in the world can you leave. Lady Luck is here, and you don't know if She's ever coming back, so you'd better be ready to dance.
By Amethyst Qu3 years ago in Fiction
A Kestrel Offers His Thoughts on the Vacation Rental
Well, I for one voted for the Roman castle. There's just something about being able to bob your head to tell the girls modestly and sweetly that, “Oh, as a matter of fact, I do happen to live in the castle.” What's with the rut? Who said we have to fly back to the exact same place every year?
By Amethyst Qu3 years ago in Fiction
The Afterlife For Beginners
I'm writing this eighteen years later to the day. July 9, 2003. A relentlessly white-hot day that left after-images on the eyeballs. So different from today, and most every other day this year. Oh, they say the world is on fire, but in New Orleans it hasn't stopped raining for months.
By Amethyst Qu3 years ago in Fiction
The Barn Caper: A New Orleans Story
Louise was a sturdy, pop-eyed white woman with a white Ford F100 pickup truck. She had a vague hustle going where people paid her $25 to clean out their attics. They pretended to think she was going to a cheap dump on the other side of Lake Pontchartrain. For what they paid, they had to assume she was dumping illegally, something they didn't have the nerve to do themselves.
By Amethyst Qu3 years ago in Fiction
My Coffee Shop Romance
I'm sitting at one of those little plastic two-top tables in the bookstore. Cafe latte in a paper cup. Sugar cookie the same size as the paper plate it's sitting on. I've just hung my jacket off the back of the chair when some guy swoops in to pick up my sugar cookie and put down a slice of chocolate cake in its place.
By Amethyst Qu3 years ago in Fiction
A Ghost Story Without Any Moral
Author's Note: This story feels like fiction, but it's actually a collage created from past (real) diary entries about my encounters with a ghost living in my house-- a perfectly ordinary slab-on-grade brick and vinyl siding house in a perfectly ordinary southeast Louisiana residential suburb built in 1979. I have no clue where we acquired a ghost. Diary entries have been lightly edited for clarity.
By Amethyst Qu3 years ago in Humans