The foyer was empty but for Simon, off on his own with one of the many pads that Father provided. Though the boy was young, he was particularly good at the age of nine. He had filled a good number of the books with sketches and little notes. Some of these notes became illustrated stories […]
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The Collector: Four
Iris stared, wordless, despite the discussion between the man-like shape and the boy on the couch. Despite still being quite young, the boy seemed hardly put off by the queerness of the host, who made no motion even as he spoke. Finally, Iris allowed the words in, frost melting in the ground and letting the […]
The Collector: Two
The door swung in, and with it, the dark, the evil shadows lurking in every corridor of the macabre fortress the children called home. Rennard twisted about, fearful he had been discovered by the master, only to find Jacob, soaked from head to sock, standing at the threshold. Glaring at Rennard as though he were the […]
The Collector: One
Stagnate, chilly water splashed at corpse-colored flesh as the drainage pool rose with the flow of rainwater spilling through the channel. The rains would be a blessing, the humidity and warmth, the fresh and soothing scent, and the cleansing purity of it washing away long-standing water; however, for the girl in the sewer, it was […]
Individualism: An (edited) Rant
I’ve been online for a long time now. I was a kid online in the early 2000s, and even before that, I was building a cursory knowledge of what a computer could do as a very young child in the late 90s. Looking back, looking now, and looking forward, I see that there are innumerable […]
(USFB): Twenty-Nine: Lurkers in the Dark
The deck lurched as the waves rolled the ship, the choppy surf matching the tumult aboard. Every board felt flimsy and poorly set beneath Kovarlin’s claw. It was all he could do to drag himself across the damp planks, trying to find his feet, to quash the fear and doubt of death, and to rally […]
(USFB): Twenty-Eight: The Spy
An order to follow, to track and not engage, was not in keeping with what the jackal had come to know from his master. The lives he had reaped, the dynasties ended, and other acts of skullduggery had come and gone with ease. Yet, to follow without bloodshed was a challenging task for him. At […]
(USFB): Twenty-Seven: Unreasonable
“In the lands of my fathers, the lands of the Great Syres, we tell a story of your kind and ours,” the lion spoke in heavy timbre that hushed all but the elk’s heart, “Euriphides and Domcreius, the ill-fated brethren born of the sand and born of the salt of the sea. You might guess, by […]
(USFB): Twenty-Six: Blood and Bargain
The tunnel was a winding snake that at times stood tall and wide enough for Razien to walk upright, albeit at a lumbering pace, while at other points, forced him to crawl on his belly like a worm. The foxes ahead of him had an easier time and, when at such points, could go on […]
(USFB): Twenty-Five: Winds of Winters Past
Luck had graced the foxes more than they could ever know. That much was clear as their Northern neighbors made their way to the half-concealed entry that served as the main furrowfare to Seras. Night had swept in, and the lack of fire inspired confidence that the village was still free and clear of violence. […]
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