The Tomb of the Tyrant

He ran on the wind. The wind was high and powerful, the sort that most people simply mounted and rode, but not Elmond. Elmond was a daredevil, always was, always would be, and he was getting more than his share of adrenaline as he ran today. Running across the wind, over the clouds, he soared … Continue reading The Tomb of the Tyrant →

The Boy with the Bell

I didn't know what to do. I ran through the ruins of what had once been New York, dodging flames and crossing rubble. I didn't know what had happened, but I couldn't afford to wait around. I had to escape, I had to find my way out before he, no, before it, could... I saw … Continue reading The Boy with the Bell →

The Glass Panda

The following is a journal entry written by a Moroccan man named Samir Sefrioui, dated on July 3rd, 1997. The text has been roughly translated to English. This morning, I went to my garden and saw something I never could've imagined. In the garden, I saw a great, glass figure in the shape of what … Continue reading The Glass Panda →

Stuck in Stone

The man is petrified. There was a time when he would stare into world with his solid stone eyes and panic in his solid stone prison. When he would try to move, to speak, to scream, anything at all, but couldn't. But that was long ago, the panic has subsided. And yet, he finds that … Continue reading Stuck in Stone →

The Stranger in a Subjective Land: Pt 2

Adrian landed on the ground in front of the stranger, who stuck out his hand in greeting. Reluctantly, Adrian shook it. "Adrian, you're anxious." the man said matter-of-factly. "Why?" Adrian couldn't help but shudder at how easily the stranger had read him. "I'm fine!" he said far too enthusiastically. The stranger gave him a look … Continue reading The Stranger in a Subjective Land: Pt 2 →

Alone in the Purple

I looked around and saw furniture, toiletries, paintings, and even pieces of plaster, brick, and wood that had once been my house. I didn't have a ground to stand on, but I didn't fall. I looked beyond the detritus of my home and saw nothing but an empty, purple glow. The glow was palpable and … Continue reading Alone in the Purple →

The Epiphany

He saw something beyond the world as he knew it. It shone like a beacon to the heavens, burned brighter than the light of a million suns, and seemed larger than the entire universe put together. He saw it stretch into forever, he saw its light flow from a source as distant from him as … Continue reading The Epiphany →

A Trip to Faerie

There once was a girl who saw the Fey. It was a normal night in the countryside when she woke and couldn't sleep again. She didn't know where to go or what to do, but the fireflies she spied outside looked so inviting that she felt the need to see them more closely. So, she … Continue reading A Trip to Faerie →

The Mourning Mountain

I found myself standing atop the Mourning Mountain one day, so named because it was in mourning. I didn't quite find my way there, so much as the way found me. I walked along the path, and my sight, my soul, my self, were lost and left behind as I walked on. The path swallowed … Continue reading The Mourning Mountain →

The Comrade

The man lay dying in the field, blood pooling all around his body and the sounds of chaos and battle raged around him. As he looked up at the sky, a comrade came to him. The comrade said nothing, but it pointed at the wounds on the man's chest. Immediately, a wave of warmth washed … Continue reading The Comrade →