From: Yekahel To: Agiel Subject: Updated rulebook Agiel, Have you picked a name yet? I hear from Angra Mainyu that things are going really well with recruitment to the league. Angra is thinking we should be able to field at… Continue Reading
Uncle Barney had Brillo-y hair he dyed a yellow that isn’t found in nature and a matching handlebar mustache he waxed and curled and kept touching with such fondness that people sometimes looked away. Aunt Myrtle said if he’d spent… Continue Reading
The first time I saw Diz he was walking up my garden path. I waited for the knock on the door but it never came. So after five minutes of waiting I opened it and saw him standing there, apparently… Continue Reading
I remember the day I moved in across the street from Jack Mounds. The moving men had just started loading their dollies and blankets back into the now-cavernous truck when some of my new neighbors came over bearing baskets. Mrs.… Continue Reading
Shimmering like a mirage, a man strode down the backwoods highway towards Tim. The stranger was dressed in black, not comfortable attire for August in North Carolina. Tim slouched against his mud-splattered pickup as cars whizzed by. His brother had… Continue Reading
She came crashing through the bushes that lined the little clearing and plopped on the grass. She looked at the leaves on her plaid skirt, made a futile effort to brush them off, then shrugged. “I thought Billy liked me.… Continue Reading
It would take her ten steps to cross the grocery store parking lot, but Claire stopped after four. That was when she saw them, neatly folded in the carts of every other shopper, the tidy preparations of the diligent. Bags.… Continue Reading
Mark looked up from his coloring project on the floor as Mother walked into the kitchen. “I need to start cooking supper now,” she told him. “So go lie down for your nap. And be very quiet when you go… Continue Reading
Howling in rage, Zephaniah Twinkle hurled his wand at the crumbling, leather-bound Trollpuddle’s Compendium of Arcane Spells and Ritual. Sparks flew as burnished oak bounced off faded pages of vellum. Zephaniah wrinkled his nose, inhaling the sickly stench of rotting… Continue Reading
Slipping down the stairs of the three-story, fifteen-bedroom Victorian bed and breakfast, Oscar hears chatters in the dining room where early risers are already having breakfast. One of his many freak talents is dialing in on conversations in noisy places.… Continue Reading