A Cocoon Of Not Quite Pure Chaos
Norm was being held prisoner, he was certain of it. The one thing this mercurial madhouse refused to produce was an exit.
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Vivvy And Friends Redux
Why was someone trying so hard to recover all the copies of a small indy stop-motion film based on an obscure old childrenās cartoon?
A Flight Curtailed
Last checks before launch. Careful now, if this goes wrong weāre all in for itā¦
The Latest In A Long Line Of Eclectic Community Service Sentences
Iām TRYING to sleep, whenā¦ āHi, my name is Pois and Iāll be your muse this evening-ā
Heard Through Itching Bones
If Maggie had been asked what she was doing at The Dig, she probably wouldāve mumbled something about looking for work. But nobody asked. There was no need. They understood.
Chasing Fire, Wasting Flowers
Charles strode into the library with the cocky assurance of a master wizard. And sure enough, everyone moved for him - except one.
Star Siblings' Echoes Wrought In Gold
What could possibly have caused this? For so long we have dreamed of making contact with alien life, of finding this sapient species which cast a message to us, yet now...
A Jesterly Welcome
I always scoffed at stories which start with people stranded in the middle of nowhere without shelter or phone signal. Guess the jokeās on meā¦
It's Not The Fact You Aren't Human, I Just Want To Stay Professional
āI, uh, Iām flattered-ā Captain Jones stammered, and the shipās computing core whirring into overdrive told him that āLISAā had successfully extrapolated from there.
Regression To Norm
Norman Smith had been voted the most boring person at every school heād attended, which was particularly impressive given none of them had ever put āmost boringā on the list of categories to vote for.