stories

He watched the sunrise, wondering what day it were. Sixth or seventh maybe, since the mountains.

The chamber must have been abandoned for a thousand years or more yet showed no signs of ruin, only dust. "We are not unwelcome here," intoned Ichula, gliding to the raised altar, torch held aloft high.

It is Autumn and the sky outside is pale. Cold clear light slants in the window. You are packing your bag and all but done. One decision remains. Will you bring:

did you realize that the discovery of calculus did you realize that narrative fiction writing as we know it why does Don Quixote 'turn cartwheels' and yell and shout and self-imprecate in the wilds? because that is how you regrow what is damaged by alcohol. is there any other way? i doubt it. orcas: unique in animal kingdom for...

Beryloam, having nothing to deflate the balloon with, and having left behind the lid that would douse the fire--he tried to use his shirt but it only caught fire and nearly spelled disaster, was left drifting up among the clouds and over the mountains.

In the glade there is nothing else but the sun and an intermittent breeze. Hours or minutes pass, then a raucous commotion intrudes, and the fairies scatter, and you spring to your feet, and a troop of goblins blunders out of the bushes.

In the glade there is nothing else but the sun and an intermittent breeze. Hours or minutes pass, then a raucous commotion intrudes, and the fairies scatter, and you spring to your feet, and a troop of goblins blunders out of the bushes.

In the glade there is nothing else but the sun and an intermittent breeze. Hours or minutes pass, then a raucous commotion intrudes, and the fairies scatter, and you spring to your feet, and a troop of goblins blunders out of the bushes.