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A Drunkard's Tale
The man stares at the fire. There weren't always dragons in the valley. The Voice of Death had swamped the moon mountains and killed thousands of livestock. It crossed the Co'bak rivers and spread like a disease until all that was left were dead animals, yoleans (insect dragons with many legs that fed on dead bodies), and migrating fire-breathing dragons.
By Nighttime Storyteller3 months ago in Fiction
A Slow Thursday
I've always been pretty good at reading people. I can tell in an instant if a person has a friendly or an abrasive personality. I can sense if his or her mood is happy, sad, angry, pensive, excited, or nervous, or if they have nefarious intentions. That's why I enjoy bartending. A bar is a people-watching paradise.
By Julie Lacksonen3 months ago in Fiction
A Good Villain for the Ages
“You don’t remember me, do you?” At first, astrology wasn’t just some bullshit built for people to check horoscopes in old TV Guides they found while cleaning out their dead grandma’s house. Originally, astrology was an attempt to understand the universe and the human’s place within it -- when math was made of monsters and science was a demon that could crawl into your soul. It holds the concept of a Great Year and within that construct there are smaller portions known as Ages.
By Ernest Taulbee3 months ago in Fiction
The Message That Was Never Meant for Me
At 2:11 AM, one notification changed everything I believed in. At exactly 2:11 AM, my phone lit up in the dark. I wasn’t supposed to be awake. I had an early morning, and I remember telling myself I needed sleep. But something about the silence of the night felt strange, almost heavy, like the world was holding its breath.
By Behind the Curtain3 months ago in Fiction
