Adventure
Fate and Things That Fly
I look down at my bare feet smacking against the burning tarmac. The mid-August sun has probably made the ground hot enough to cook an egg. Or seriously burn my feet. I think of turning back, but then I think of my grandfather and can’t make myself turn around.
By Sasha Nichols3 years ago in Fiction
Post-Universe Clarity
An entire universe had ended, only to be reborn in others. People, places, things, all scattered about and mixed throughout the multiverse. It had not been so clean as the party had envisioned it to be - the forces of the multiverse at large were swayed little - and yet so very much - by actions in one. Yet somehow, after it was all said and done, things had gone back to an almost jarring amount of regularity. He, his ship, and his crew; all were back where they belonged. Back to their home universe. Back to the seas that they had made and lost fortunes sailing. As if it had never happened.
By Bastian Falkenrath3 years ago in Fiction
The Ragamuffins
Story by Michael Carl A piercing, cold December wind blew through the trees as snow again began to fall. The heavy snow was hardly visible through the dense fog that blanketed the rolling hills of the Ardennes. The icy winds battered the bearded countenance of Gideon Wells, forcing him to turn-up the collar of his great coat to shield his face.
By Michael Carl3 years ago in Fiction










