Dark wings cover the white skies of Perennia — It was a gray afternoon when I first saw a Skullpecker. I was eight. They didn’t have that name back then — they didn’t have any names at all. No human eyes had ever touched them, and neither had human words. At the time, we were still in the process…

A Halloween Short Story — Yes, my darling. The guise is over. I am, in fact, a vampire. I am the “evil creature who has been following you,” as you so eagerly pointed out to the police in a drunken and somewhat ashamed call last night. Yes, dear. I’ve heard every word. No, no. Please…

Not all heroes wear capes, some just water plants — I stare out the window at my tomatoes and my tomatoes stare at the energy blast above the building. Super Jet and Captain Greybeard — the leader of the Sky Pirates — float above Downtown, and I’m close enough to see their facial expressions. There are good sides to having…

A Brazilian boy’s life — This boy was born in Brazil, the land of soccer, samba, the Amazon rainforest, and the beautiful beaches of Rio. He wasn’t very good at soccer, though, and he completely lost interest in the sport by the time he became an adult. The boy didn’t have enough motor coordination to…

A seedling of hope sprouts from the carcass of a dead world — I have until 4 PM to get to the enclosure. The glass jar clinks in my backpack, holding my delivery. The skies are donning their usual grey dress. This morning, the dress was tinged with a reddish pink that had replaced the night-blue gown from when I woke up to…

I hang on the tightrope of sanity with barely any familiarity with the concept. I climb the bell curve towards the average and what’s expected of me, only to slide down, slipping on the rocks I made wet with tears. Melodramatic ain’t it? I must be pretending. I am, for…

A deepdive into TKL’s guidelines — Ahoy there, ye scallywags and ink-slingers! Listen well, fer many a writer ‘ave walked the plank, thrust into Kenny The Kraken’s grasp fer lack o’ knowledge. Knowin’ no better, they’ve penned their tales in a manner most foul. Peel yer ears and pay close attention, me hearties! What follows be…

Sometimes, the words in someone else’s story tell our own — I closed the book and dropped it on the sand. The glossy letters of the cover flickered in the light of the fire. They read, “Beyond Time and Space.” My mouth was ajar, my mind was in bits, and my eyes were lost in the layers between the story’s imaginary…

Nothing’s without a purpose. Except, of course, humans. — Eloryin’s wise fingers sent the thread through the eye of the needle and, at the same time, the sound of ungraceful steps punctured his ear. Calendir approached. In a controlled display of disappointment, Eloryin pierced the pincushion with the needled and carefully removed his monocle. The young elf burst through…