These people are idiots, thought Mel from the cliff above. Two Crusaders, easily identifiable in their padded vests, had cornered a Ruach…or so they thought.
Light and airy is not the way I thought I would describe being dead...
Get into the holiday spirit with Leandra's story about a mage inspired by Santa Claus!
The reporter, Benjamin Thomson, was sitting on my couch, drinking milk and eating cookies as I watched him stuff his face.
I met him at the intersection of the deer path and the narrow, lonesome road to my village. I just wanted to go home; he had other plans.
This week I get highlight a story by Leandra Ranger, and I've chosen "For Shivs and Giggles".
I stifle a cry as my foot hits something solid. I hold it, listening, while biting the inside of my cheek. Did he hear me? I wait in silence for one minute, two minutes...
"Fire in the Belly of the Dragon" started as the image of a ship shaped like a dragon flying through space.
I'm excited to spotlight my favorite story of mine for the pas from this past year, "Night Shapes." This story does have a content warning for mentions of child abuse.
There was no virus or plague like the TV promised, just driftwood bodies clawing their way across the beach with cold eyes and empty stomachs.