One-Point-Six To Twelve

One-point six faces glared reproachfully from the dark corners of his improvised bunker. Twelve faces wept behind them. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”

Ghoulishly Good Business Sense

The carriage driver clicked to the horses, who took off with what, had the humans been paying more attention, might’ve seemed unusual eagerness to leave the warm and safe inn…

What Remains Of The Old Fortune Teller

Once upon a time, when the trains still stopped at Puddleton and the town prospered, the Puddleton Green was indeed green, and the site of many a festival or visiting attraction. But since then…

A Capable Princess Crew

The trip started so well, but now… what a way to turn thirteen. At least I’m not alone.

Empty Except For Belief In Protocol

“Good morning, captain!” SEMA chirped. “Do you have any special instructions for today?” Captain Riley’s corpse did not answer.