Tales

Something’s following me. It’s playing a game of cat and mouse. The dangerous thing — it knows it’s the cat. Wake up. Wake UP! No luck. My strides extend. Before I realize, I’m running down a hallway through shafts of icy moonlight. I should never have come

Through the Goat’s Teeth, among the northeastern woods, a cloaked figure wanders. It’s so dark; a new moon hovers in the sky. They seem to be following something, but what is hard to say. There! A second cloak moves among pines and quaking aspens. A third. And… is

Bands of purple and pink awash the mountains beyond Hornswatch. A Stone Dweller leans on a windowsill carved out of the mountainside. They look out over the jagged valley below. The morning star glimpses over the horizon shining warm orange into the crags and crevices. Beyond the peaks at the

We here at The Inquirer and Reflection are excited to announce that we’re expanding our operations and news coverage to Healing Springs, AR. The market there is even smaller than what we’re accustomed to in Harvest, OK (where our HQ is located), so it should fit our business

We were unable to convince Andre to reveal the location he claims to have been for the past week. While he was initially eager to talk with us, he as refused any follow-up interviews and is not returning our calls or emails.

Once we were confident it was appropriate, we interviewed the amnesic man found in the park where he was reported missing last week. An excerpt from that interview follows: Interviewer: You believe you’ve been gone for how long? Andre: Years at least. (Pause in the conversation) Andre: Don’t

Conductor! A conductor of automobiles. A bus flies through the misty air with no one around to care No one except the conductor, of course! Can you imagine what else he might conduct, in flux, with baton twirling thus? I would go ask him, but I just got hit by

There is a place, fellow traveler, that is so thin it appears as nothing but a ghost. In this place, everything is fleeting: time, consciousness, the taste of pumpkin pie. It’s easy to overlook the worth of a place like this, but when you make the time to appreciate

At long last I came to the Golden Fields. I expected feelings of relief and fulfillment, but instead felt a gnawing hunger. A Reaper approached me and handed me a scythe. Reaper: Welcome, Watcher. We have long expected you. With this tool you can reap to your heart’s content.

At an uncertain time, the Grave-Keeper accidentally stumbled Outwith. They looked around, pulling off their hood for clarity, and were confused — this is a place they didn’t know could exist. Outwither: Haven’t seen your kind before. Startled, but not afraid, the Grave-Keeper turned to meet the unfamiliar voice.

"There is a place deep in the Ozark mountains of Arkansas where faeries exist. Ask any local and they will likely deny their belief, but take the time to get to know them, earn their trust, and you’ll be surprised what truths they divulge."

“Dreams provide a perspective to unseen aspects of the nature around us. In order to reveal some obscured truth, your best chance is to do so under the unobstructed view of an unfettered celestial body. If you draw an appropriate symbol (see the figures later in this text), and use

I came upon a rising sea, and watched as it swallowed everything around me. I: Sea, you are deep and sublime and strange, and I love you for that. The sea said something in response… but all I could hear were the hissing waves.

My soul and I went to the Great Lake to bathe. As I began submerging my feet to my ankles, my soul tapped me on the shoulder and pointed down the shoreline. I saw another person wading into the lake. I shouted to them. I: Be careful! This lake is

Standing there in the shade of that infinite place, I discovered the Secret of Life —  that which is unknowable and yet at the same time all I knew. Forever would I search for the secret I already carried, that I already knew, yet never be able to explain. Life’s