Tales

A nocturnal terror locals have started calling “The Padfoot” made another appearance last night in Harvest, Okla., according to eyewitnesses. Sally Gains, proprietor of Wanderstorm, a beloved local bookstore, described her encounter with the alleged creature: “At first I didn’t know what it was. Looked like a tumbleweed rolling

How to determine if the llama you have encountered is, in fact, a llama; a feat not so easily accomplished. I’ve seen many a prideful person too gleefully take a hubris-laden road to a llama-y grave. First, you must ask the creature, in these exact words: “Are you a

The Grave-Keeper and I walked past a massive tree into a passageway tucked behind. For a while, we walked in darkness. I never felt afraid, though I also felt as though I should. Grave-Keeper: Here we are. They motioned about a juncture with a mid-height ceiling. Before me there were

I followed the Grave-Keeper through a cavernous chamber. At its center a sarcophagus sat beneath a massive tree. I: What’s the tree for? Grave-Keeper: Oh, that’s for carbon-based life forms that require high blood-oxygen saturation levels to live. Don’t worry, you don’t need that. I: What

Joni winces when the hot, bitter coffee touches her tongue. Simon asks how the coffee is. Joni raises her mug and feigns a smile. When Simon looks away, her facade evaporates. She continues reading the day’s issue of The Inquirer and Reflection. She still couldn’t believe what Edith

“I’ve been working on the railroad, just to pass the time away…no, that’s not right. My memory is fuzzy, even as I write this, but this isn’t a railroad, it’s a bridge. And I’m not working on it…I am the bridge. I’m

It wasn't a lie, but neither was it the truth.

“I have a recurring dream of fear and rock and mist. Hallways that lead to nothing. I am in a large castle carved from obsidian. Crystalline tendrils simultaneously writhe and remain motionless on the ceiling as I walk the halls. I never start in the same place, yet always find

I came upon an endless forest and marveled at what I had never yet seen. I: Who would not leave their kingdom for a forest if given the chance? The Well spoke to me and said: None would. I: I do not understand. The Well responded thus: None come here

I voyaged into the spaces between things and encountered an invisible force that felt as a river washing me away. I: Invisible force, how do you exist in a space like this? The invisible force responded thus: To you I am nothing but a strange magic. I: There is no

In my travels through the Void I came across four humans on an interstellar craft. They spoke thus: 1: How smart we are to be able to move through the void. 2: We do not move through the void. The void passes by us. 3: Nay, motion is relative. Our

Yasmin: What is this place? Where am I? … Yasmin: I was just in the city. Now I’m in this…forest. … Yasmin: Well? You mean the well back in that grove? … Yasmin: This whole place? That doesn’t make any sense. I don’t understand. Start from the beginning.

"Visions and encounters with the being vary, often wildly, between different reports. Some describe the creature as a shadow manifest, with particular attention paid to its menacing antlers. Others, however, describe a luminous being which acts as a guide."

"If you come across a llama in your travels, I’ve found it’s best to question if the creature in question is indeed a llama. Before you tumble too far down your rabbit hole of excuses and rationalizations, think of it this way — if it turns out to be

"In my vision, I stepped into the lighthouse. The atmosphere felt thick, clinging like damp shreds of cloth around the edges of the strong, solid architecture...softening things. This place feels real, but the angles are strange, light sources unexpected, and materials are hard to pin down. Something happened here…