The First Snow – December 9, 2024
The first snow always comes on a Sunday. Frank says it’s a coincidence, but I know better.
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The Final Harvest – December 6, 2024
“Hydroponic Bay 4, final inventory,” I say into my tablet, trying to keep my voice professional.
The Forgotten Melody – December 4, 2024
The thing is mostly teeth and decay, half-swallowed by vines.
The Last Light – December 2, 2024
The ducks are swimming in perfect hexagons tonight, which is never a good sign.
The Empty Throne – November 29, 2024
The castle maintenance budget is a joke. Literally.
Chromatic Dreams – November 27, 2024
The barista’s thoughts are fuchsia today, all spiky and caffeinated. They stab into my temples like tiny disco lights.
The Oldest Portrait – November 25, 2024
“Jules! You need to see this!” Marcus’s voice echoes through the limestone passage, bouncing off walls that haven’t heard human sounds in… well, maybe ever.
Pop – November 22, 2024
The thing about being a guardian of imaginary friends is that you have to be very patient. And sturdy.