Son of Apollo
Yuri bowed his head before the statue, and placed a laurel wreath at its feet. He stood at the front of a line of young men, all of them with shaven faces and heads.
Read MoreNew Wilderness
Dixie’s stomach rumbled. She was perched on a slender branch, fifteen feet above the ground.
Read MoreStuck in the Middle
Being a medium is a real headache. You wouldn’t believe what I have to listen to on a daily basis.
Read MoreThe Magic Ukulele
When I was ten, my grandpa gave me a magic ukulele. He carved it from driftwood when he was just a boy.
Read MoreThe Sisters
Nidala’s wrist smacked into the marble floor in a way she hadn’t planned. Her arm had snagged. . .
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