Mind Your Head

It's not the height you have to worry about when you pass through the gate, it's the angles. They aren't quite right (not euclidian enough, they say, though we have tried our best) and people have been known to go mad at the sight of them and at the glimpses of what lies beyond, outside... Continue Reading →

The Road Through the Wilderness

There is a strange road that runs through the wilderness. Beside it lie the troll-lands where the trolls sleep as stone by day and walk by night, the barrow-mounds where dwell the unquiet dead, the wildwoods full of snarling wolves and wild, and the river where lurk the merfolk and the river-spirits.

Death Blooming

In the center of the plaza, Cara watched the glass flower flutter.It was the last of its kind. The last living thing from that world, gleaming and beautiful. Everything else had burned.

Tourist Trap

He never traveled but he loved to collect touristy things: flower-patterned hats, tie-dyed shirts, kitschy magnets. His apartment was littered with them. He didn't wear them. That wasn't what they were for. He wished he could travel, but he couldn't bear the thought of flying. Sometimes he saw a plane overhead and screamed, imagining it... Continue Reading →

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