Footsteps Out Of Place Once you made that fifth turn and could see the exit it would all go back to normal.
Few Problems Are Bears "The trick is to see people as they are. Not how they project themselves, or how you see them."
An Ounce Of Doubt And Reciprocity Sam set the money down. A crooked smile curving her lips. “I *knew* you were under-charging me last time. First hit is cheap, eh?”
Halfway To A Saint Susan folded her arms and scrutinised the kindly, somewhat doddering figure. Not at ALL what she’d expected from descriptions of Anna the Devoted.
The Heartbeat Of The Club I stomp until the memories of this hard week beg for mercy beneath my feet. I sway until the clinging sadness gives up and falls away. I punch the air until my frustration is splattered across the ceiling like invisible neon paint.
The Hand Of A Punchbowl Angel It was one of those nights where Monty wasn’t sure whether he’d run away from home. It wasn’t like he’d decided to never go back, he just… he didn’t want to be in that house right now. For the third night running.
Kittens At Rainbow Dive Joel had been running a queer bar for half a century, and he knew trouble when it swaggered in the door. Dumbass kids.
The Witch Phoenix The tang of ash and regret chokes the air. I angle my wings and soar down, down… not towards the charred skeleton of a hut or the corpses within, but to the other end of the pitiful trail; the cowering figure huddled deep in the woods.
In The Jaws Of Hate, For Love Dawn touches the horizon as we gather. We’re all dressed for a riot - masks, helmets, warding amulets - yet the silence echoes. It will remain until the guard arrives to stamp it out.