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Geo’s Head
Geo doesn’t know where he is or what happened or who these people. But he knows he has to escape.
Climbing Samsara
Betsy has climbed everything else worth climbing in the world. All that’s left is the mysterious Samsara.
Magic Circle
Elijah was sure a maker of magic must live in some dark, secluded place. The edge of the city, where the rows of houses snap into ever-marching prairie. Some small forest or collection of trees, dark and gloomy from thick branches even in the middle of the day. Perhaps somewhere in the city, but underContinue reading “Magic Circle”
Bad Boy Meets Good Girl
“I’m a bad boy,” he said, looking away into the distance. “You should stay away from me. I’m no good for you.” “Oh. Okay, then,” she said, and began walking off. Startled, he practically jogged after her, grabbing her arm. “Wait, where are you going?” “You said I should stay away from you,” she answered,Continue reading “Bad Boy Meets Good Girl”
I Remember the Radio
We weren’t supposed to be out there. Hell, we weren’t supposed to be anywhere. Shunted out of polite society for reasons I still don’t fully understand, even to this day. Whatever happened, Mama and Pappy didn’t feel inclined to share it with little kid me or adult me or no version of me whatsoever. TheyContinue reading “I Remember the Radio”
Eileen
Jackie didn’t like it. He was new in town. Had been trying to get in with the good teams for months. Only been even a little successful for a couple of weeks. So he wasn’t going to say anything and ruin what little progress he’d made. But still. Jackie didn’t like it. He was sittingContinue reading “Eileen”
Three Ghosts on Christmas Eve
Keith got woken up at exactly midnight by some sound or another in his bedroom and he was immediately up, standing next to the bed, the baseball bat he kept underneath already in his hands. “Don’t be afraid!” said a voice. “For I am the ghost-” Keith swung the baseball bat in the direction ofContinue reading “Three Ghosts on Christmas Eve”
Through a Portal
“It could be worse.” It was Felix’s favorite thing to say. And he said it a lot. What was even weirder was, he seemed to always mean it. Like the time the two of them had been chased through four separate towns by palace guards. At first they had been on horses, at least, butContinue reading “Through a Portal”
ABL: Always Be Looting
Aspen Village spread out before them. The same collection of wood and thatch homes, pubs, shops, and little people yelling at each other that they had seen over and over and over on their journey. This one was important. The horde was coming. On their backs. The entire way across the Panaplor Fields and throughContinue reading “ABL: Always Be Looting”
High Urban Fantasy Jazz 