Perhaps someone knew that the strings of fate ran in a circle. Or maybe, like most dreams, I made up nonsense.
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of naps
with the spirit banished and my body recovered and a couple trees drained to unwrinkle my skin and un-stoop my back, I set out
is Superman coming
I had a dream where the fate strings just ran in a circle. Three of them, braided in a cord, just threads, really, sage green, gold and red-brown–and they just spun in a circle like a ferris wheel you could never get off
Boulders and Bars
Never trust an old man who wants to buy you a drink; that’s what your Dada always said when we went out for the night and you were like–yeah Dad
Equity
If you give a fish to a dragon, they’ll eat it. If you give a fish to a demon, they’ll torture it. If you give a fish to a witch she’ll think she’s equal to the
Seasons
How many years had passed since I graduated? Golly, I hadn’t kept track. A lot in The City. A lot more in the Realm of Green Dragons. But even before I left, I was older than any
14- Down to Earth
Yeah, I went back to Earth. I don’t know why, there’s very little to use for magic there. There used to be, according to some old demons and monsters. But all the roads and cars and cities and
Blight Reaper
Sliptide’s sleeping lover dozed in the den, yet mud from hundreds of years of monsoons had nearly closed the opening. I didn’t unblock it, though, since she still had several thousand
sow chaos
I stayed until the night’s life left my wrinkled skin and white hair as old as ever, but I was so scared to check if Sliptide got her memories back that of course I punished myself by tracking her down
8- Gredients
Acid breath has no practical purpose for a hunting creature. Hunting supplies food for eating and acid corrodes what you’d eat. Fire breath, too, might scorch your meal just as easily as cook
Jordyn Saelor 