The bite mark on his neck seared. He poked at it, the angry red, highlighted with a sickly green ring. The imprint almost looked ...

3rd of Sundanse, It is my thirtieth day away from the village. One entire month has passed since I’ve seen another living human. I’m ...

The warm summer sun soaked into my pale winter skin. The last flood of the younger kids fled the building for the year. However, ...

The man on the pier was loud. Blue perched low in the waves, and watched as he flailed around in unison with his words. ...

The field sparkled as the sunlight hit the morning dew. The sky was cloudless, and the birds shook off their slumber. Almost all the ...