The Silver Sphere – James Robinson
Very well, my child, very well. I think you are of age now to hear the one story I have dared not tell you before. This is the…
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Very well, my child, very well. I think you are of age now to hear the one story I have dared not tell you before. This is the…
Gina was crouched on the ground feeding the campus squirrels when she got a call from her friend Adira. The squirrels looked at her like she was crazy,…
Content Warnings: discussions of death, off-screen death The souls of butterflies smell the nicest. They’re small sparkling puffs of memories: simple moments of flying amongst emerald blades of…
Plants told better stories than people. Virn liked to collect their tales like bugs in a jar. He’d often show them off to the village folk who…
Dear Deity, I keep having dreams of stepping on sidewalk cracks but you’re not my mother. Ideally you would have a form, something contained designed to hold…
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