The Latest In A Long Line Of Eclectic Community Service Sentences

I’m TRYING to sleep, when… “Hi, my name is Pois and I’ll be your muse this evening-”

Heard Through Itching Bones

If Maggie had been asked what she was doing at The Dig, she probably would’ve 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 joke’s on me…