She knew full well it was going to be the last thing she ever created. The art piece was almost complete too. A zealous charge overcame her, and her brush no longer made the delicate strokes when she started the piece. She could not restrain her anger any longer, and bits of paint landed on […]
My name is Frank, and my life has been a series of lies. Let me tell you the worst of these, when I escaped from Greystone Psychiatric Hospital, thirty miles west of New York City. The institution didn’t brand me as a dangerous man, so they let me go on limited, lightly supervised walks outside […]
We had built it together. We spent many days and nights here, our little home away from home.
I placed the clear bottle on the wooden table and took a seat…
She finds a secret way out of the underground city which she lived in her entire life. What will she find in the strange new world above?
Storytelling was very important to the Yehr people. Each night they would come around the campfire and share legends and myths, with each one trying to explain the many mysterious and strange events of their world. However, the way of life for these people forever changed once they witnessed their first solar eclipse.