Pet
Linda Mosley wanted a pet. The world had refused to give her a baby brother (even though she asked nicely!)
Author: Wren
Fate is Hungry
They say that fate is a tapestry. Three women upon a loom, our lives the complex threads of a grandiose
Not the Goat!
“Thees is never going to work.” His Italian accent was heavy, each word as rounded and full as his drooping
Away At Sea
Apologies for the missed posts, everyone. I think I have a pretty good excuse, though. I’m away at sea. That’s
Vincent Fairweather Pettigrew the Third
Vincent Fairweather Pettigrew the Third prides himself on the quality of his labour. Every morning he rises at exactly five-oh-three
Fuck Robin Hood
Fuck Robin Hood. Rob from the rich, he said! Life as an outlaw will be glamorous, he said, with nights
My City
My city is a city of districts. Each unique, each alone, yet together they form a whole that is transformed.
The Question
The world was fire. It happened in an instant. He was sitting at the table beside Mark, remnants of dinner
The Doodle
She looked up from the doodle, pen poised over one careful purple petal. “Huh?” she asked. “I said, is that
Fire Dance
The drum beats slowly, like a heartbeat. I step into the flames.