Velvet Golden Years
She was old. Which, for a dragon, meant over three hundred years had flown with her.
She was old. Which, for a dragon, meant over three hundred years had flown with her.
It always snowed on the mountain. Always. Until one day it didn’t…
The meteorite painted the night sky a dazzling violet, shining like a gift from the heavens. But what it carried was death incarnate.
As I unseal the double doors I’m hit with a dissonant wash of cheap bleach and expensive cologne. Great. There goes any hope of getting off work early today…
Hanna is tired of being nagged about getting a boyfriend, so decided to use her skills to concoct a front. What could go wrong…