Tales

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…

I: You said you found my soul. Grave-Keeper: I did. I: Is that why you've brought me to this place? I look back at the dead body in the dark passage. Grave-Keeper: I told you not to tarry. That note wasn’t meant for you. I keep the note. Or…

"The creature known only as 'Cluhd' transforms itself into a tree, small and delicate at first. However, this is merely a distraction as it is able to shoot into the clouds at a moment’s notice, casting shadows which throw any caught within them into a state of confusion. At

Edith Boyle wrestles with the shades of her past during what will become known as the "Llama Incident" in Harvest, Oklahoma.

Grave-Keeper: Don’t tarry here, Watcher. I couldn’t help but return and examine the corpse I had stepped over. What had been a candle was left burnt to nothing by the body. I noticed a paper note, suspiciously conspicuous, left unfolded by them. I picked it up and read