Stories (8/0)
Ung...
Things were going normal enough for Ung as the new sun climbed. He had awoken to find fresh sky water dripping from the slimy stuff that now lined the cold rock far above his head. That was surely a sign that the death wind was coming to an end outside of his hole in the tall rock. The pile of carcasses and bitter seeds had lasted him through most of the cold moons, and he had only needed to eat bugs for the last few light times.
By J. Scott Tanner4 months ago in Fiction
Kingdom of Man
These are my thoughts as I sense a presence beneath the fog of the forest. Long have I listened, but this thing is different, and it is no making of ours. The trees tell me of a child. It has come from beyond the land, with no roots to follow, and no tales to whisper among the leaves.
By J. Scott Tanner5 months ago in Fiction
