Series
The G.A.M.E - Prologue
Location: Drecaster City, Endo October 22, 9:32pm It was a cool, crisp autumn night as a lone man hurried down a dimly lit driveway. The man was in his late forties, the crown of his head starting to bald due to a mixture of bad genes and old age. He wore a cheap, ill-fitting suit that did little to conceal his beer gut, the light scuff of the man’s faded black dress shoes was all that one could hear in the otherwise dark and quiet length of driveway.
By Anna Miller3 years ago in Fiction
The Trees Swallow People: Part 11
I felt like going for a walk. I mean, I always do, but this particular time I really felt it, like I was strongly carried against a tide of weak reluctance by something persuasive. I skipped breakfast (a lonesome cup of coffee) and would have left without Diva if it wasn't for the fact she bit into the hem of my jeans. As I put on her harness, fighting her excited squirming, I couldn't help but think how unlike me it was to forget her. Whatever had got into me it was intoxicating. I was focused completely on the walk, specifically, for whatever reason, to St. Catherine's Park.
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Fiction
Spaghetti Family part seven, the chasm of tears
I feel pinned down and burning all over. I know instinctively this is Lesley, and her face scans the house in an authoritative manner stomping about, as I realize I’m no longer able to speak as I try to open my mouth and tell her to get out.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Fiction
"Camouflage" (Roman Version)
So, like most parties, in this campaign, we were not in a modern setting. We were in a D&D 5e Fantasy version of the Roman Empire, circa 600AD. Also like most parties, we ended up making a decent number of references to more modern entertainment. The first time that I did it actually even made it into the campaign as something Bastian ended up singing one night - not so much to the party, but more to himself while he was bored. Lead to some interesting interactions. That'll come later as I go through his journal entries.
By Bastian Falkenrath3 years ago in Fiction









