On the third day of the tempest, at the cusp of a time-soaked midnight, a colossal bolt of violet lightning speared from the roaring heart of the storm, striking an almost forgotten corner of Miss Martha’s garden. Insignificant to most, that corner held a solitary, rare blue creeper nestled against a peculiar stone arch, cobwebbed … Read more
Once, in a world not unlike our own but embroidered with the extraordinary, there was a place known only to the clouds and the stars. This place, an island suspended in the liminal space between blue sky and the endless cosmos, was the domain of an old sky miner known as Old Garrow. With hands … Read more
There was, at the edge of the world as the locals claimed, a place where the winter would not kiss—where the frost that claimed the lips of lakes and silenced the chatter of rivers feared to tread. In the small, snow-dusted village of Halver’s Bend, there was whispered a tale that came carried in the … Read more
In the gap between the Now and the Not Yet, there existed a realm known only as the Void. People often imagined the Void as being dark, an empty chasm stretching the bounds of eternity. But those who truly knew, understood that the Void hummed with potential, pregnant with the chaos of creation just waiting … Read more
In the depth of the world there was a forest, not like our dear dark greens dotted with daisies and dusted with dew, but a forest fierce and hot, where the trees bled red like wounds in the earth, and the air shimmered with heat and secrets. This place was aptly named the Crimson Forest … Read more
In the Village of Brethdale, where the leering mountains gnash their teeth against the morose sky, there came each autumn a harvest like no other. Pumpkins swelled, as if fattening on the moonlight, their skins pulling taut with whispers from the shadows. Apples blushed with thievery, having stolen fire from the sunset. Corn husks rustled … Read more
Deep in the cradle of the Felhorn Mountains, buried beneath hallowed ground and twisted thorns, throbbed the Stone Heart. Not flesh, not blood, but ancient stone aglow with dusk’s deepest carmine—a hum vibrated through the cavernous ribs of the mountain, almost a whisper, almost a pulse. The heart held secrets and sang silent songs, causing … Read more
In a dusty corner of the Harrowdale University’s endless library, amidst scrolls that smelled like forgotten rain, Professor Iris Thistlewood’s fingers stumbled upon a map. Not just any map, but one interwoven with threads of quicksilver and hues startlingly reminiscent of the deep sea. It depicted an erratic coastline that dared to kiss a tumultuous … Read more
In the forgotten creases of the world, where the map edges frayed into tendrils of mythical inadequacy, there lay ruins choked by the overzealous embrace of the jungle. Strangler figs, like tendrilous fingers, had peeled away the stones’ secrets, layer by layer, until all that remained were the bones of a civilization long gasped its … Read more
In the town of Aerie, perched precariously on the edge of the world’s end, the cliffs rose sheer, like the walls of a giant’s castle. The local folks had wings, not like those of birds, but delicate like a dragonfly’s, shimmering in a spectrum of colors whenever sunlight managed to steal through the perpetually moody … Read more