Stepping into Stories, One Word at a Time
“I like to keep the lake looking neat and tidy. You wouldn’t know it from the surface, but my lake is spotless, with excellent water circulation and the best crop of brown trout in western England. Even my frogs look smarter than those in inferior lakes, though they taste much the same. I may not... Continue Reading →
“Ashilde immediately felt blinded, unable to see anything in the paralyzing darkness; a sensation only made worse when she felt something catch on her foot, causing her to trip. Only air met her and she barely pivoted to land on her side, though Anóra still cried out into her chest as they collided with the... Continue Reading →
Of Worlds Forgotten 