On nights like these, when the cold seeped into her, Bekan felt her scars and the places where her broken bones had stitched back together. Every pang, the pained tickle of pins and needles, reminded her of a mistake made: when she’d tried to go...
He’s blaspheming against the gods of common sense and anxiety, all fourteen of them!
“There's a cabin full of bears in this forest hex?” The wolf trembled. “I'm so glad I didn't burst down their door by mistake.”
“To pop this morning, and croak before you’ve even seen a turn begin. To never hear the Ferrr-Durrrp of freedom. Tough break.”
A story from the life of my Blood and Tears LARP character - Part 1 of 2
A vendetta is not something you casually walk into. Rather, you are born into it.
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Pet shaming has been a fad for a few years. When your pet has done something...
A Tale from Tahór