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Hello, We're Not Home - By Rosy

      There is a land called Faraway where no one is ever home. Ever. The people of Faraway are as far from any sort of reality as they are from us which maybe isn't far enough. In any case, never being…

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Rumors of War - By Silver

   We are all so gay and carefree. Sophisticated, healthy and kind. We love each other and our blessed estate high atop this mountain. Below us, in the valleys, rolling hills and fruitful plains live many creatures whose lives can be…

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The Red Gate - By Rosy

   The Gate To Heck is famous throughout Elvenstead and, while quite scary, is nonetheless considered a major tourist attraction. You haven't seen Elvenstead if you haven't seen the Lethe Fields, the Blue Mountain Unanimals, and the Gate To Heck. Located…

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A Small Suitcase In Time - By Rosy

   When Pernickul left the tavern, it was nearly three a.m. Many times he and the boys would greet Father Sun from the tavern's balcony above the huge wooden door, singing joyously with drunken abandon all night long, but today, well…

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A Rambling Conjecture - By Silver

      So I was at the word mill recently, browsing like I do, viewing the stacks of words, marvelous words as well as despicable words, all there to see, when I realized I was not following even my own constantly evolving…

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The Ticket Master - By Rosy

   Hello. Now listen: I'm Traffic Control Agent Jant Rivitir, Parking Compliance Division. My people are called PCA's; Parking Compliance Agents and we'll ticket you faster than that, even faster if we have to because we're tough, dedicated professionals, impossible to…

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The VIP Visit - By Rosy

   Darnalongs are insanely colorful birds with tall thin legs, rather like storks, and long yellow beaks with lips on the end. They are known to be eccentric both in dress and outlook.  

   Windigale Ossep is a famous Darnalong reporter who…

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Where Are The Ideas? - By Rosy

1. A famous writer talks 

   “Sometimes, when you're at your wit's end, you just write. Is that right? Is that what you're telling me?” I asked.      

   “Yes, ma'am,” Lillow, our harried suspect answered with a sullen scowl. “I'm a writer…

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The Goddengwick Runners - Rosy

   The Goddengwick Running Club were good and quick. That was their motto, good and quick, and has been since the beginning of time, pretty near. They would sing as they ran, “We're Goddengwick, we're good and quick, la-la, la-la.” People…

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Ticket Master - By Roxy

   Hello. Now listen: I'm Traffic Control Agent Jant Rivitir, Parking Compliance Division. My people are called PCA's; Parking Compliance Agents and we'll ticket you faster than that, even faster if we have to because we're tough, dedicated professionals, impossible to…

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Creepy Things - By Rosy

1. Where does it start? 

   They used to come at night, the creepy things, they'd come with groans and rattling chains and distant screams, whose effect was, as the creepy things intended, dismay and fear. Why would anyone want more…

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Sometimes It Works - By Lillow G

   There was a statue of Lenfast in the square, establishing this as a village of small people. Lenfast was the God of Fast and Faster who was worshiped by the smaller people of the land. People whose existence involved avoiding…

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