He stared for a moment, understanding dawning on his face.
“Oh. ”
He turned back to find the door closed behind him. “You know that moment when something you couldn’t understand suddenly clicks into place?”
He tried the knob. “Well I finally figured it out.”
Urgently.
“Why I should be scared.”
“Oh. ”
He turned back to find the door closed behind him. “You know that moment when something you couldn’t understand suddenly clicks into place?”
He tried the knob. “Well I finally figured it out.”
Urgently.
“Why I should be scared.”
November 3, 2025 at 4:41 AM
He stared for a moment, understanding dawning on his face.
“Oh. ”
He turned back to find the door closed behind him. “You know that moment when something you couldn’t understand suddenly clicks into place?”
He tried the knob. “Well I finally figured it out.”
Urgently.
“Why I should be scared.”
“Oh. ”
He turned back to find the door closed behind him. “You know that moment when something you couldn’t understand suddenly clicks into place?”
He tried the knob. “Well I finally figured it out.”
Urgently.
“Why I should be scared.”
Lava chicken: it’s spicy
October 30, 2025 at 5:18 AM
Lava chicken: it’s spicy
A polyglottal strix has been stalking you.
You hear it muttering to itself, alternating languages as it struggles to catch your scent.
You hear it muttering to itself, alternating languages as it struggles to catch your scent.
October 28, 2025 at 9:47 AM
A polyglottal strix has been stalking you.
You hear it muttering to itself, alternating languages as it struggles to catch your scent.
You hear it muttering to itself, alternating languages as it struggles to catch your scent.
The wise man smiled apologetically. “I could not bring the mountain to you, so—“
He was interrupted by a catastrophic boom.
“I could.” Said the golemacher.
“It should be here soon.”
He was interrupted by a catastrophic boom.
“I could.” Said the golemacher.
“It should be here soon.”
October 19, 2025 at 7:34 PM
The wise man smiled apologetically. “I could not bring the mountain to you, so—“
He was interrupted by a catastrophic boom.
“I could.” Said the golemacher.
“It should be here soon.”
He was interrupted by a catastrophic boom.
“I could.” Said the golemacher.
“It should be here soon.”
Shrines are often marked by growths of hiderangeas, huge stands of dark flowers that absorb sunlight and convert it into electricity to run the shrine’s defenses.
September 27, 2025 at 11:39 PM
Shrines are often marked by growths of hiderangeas, huge stands of dark flowers that absorb sunlight and convert it into electricity to run the shrine’s defenses.
If you follow the creek south from Main Street, there’s a dungeon under the Park Lane bridge.
Until 1997 it could be opened with the Song Of Secrets, but local cuckoo birds learned the melody and now it can only be opened with the Magepie Key.
Until 1997 it could be opened with the Song Of Secrets, but local cuckoo birds learned the melody and now it can only be opened with the Magepie Key.
September 27, 2025 at 9:55 PM
If you follow the creek south from Main Street, there’s a dungeon under the Park Lane bridge.
Until 1997 it could be opened with the Song Of Secrets, but local cuckoo birds learned the melody and now it can only be opened with the Magepie Key.
Until 1997 it could be opened with the Song Of Secrets, but local cuckoo birds learned the melody and now it can only be opened with the Magepie Key.
Abner regarded the tiny Thesean House with its pulsing ghost lights.
September 13, 2025 at 7:57 PM
Abner regarded the tiny Thesean House with its pulsing ghost lights.
The children of the forest must never leave its borders. If they do, they’ll die.
Yessir, outside the borders of the forest they barely last seventy or eighty years
Yessir, outside the borders of the forest they barely last seventy or eighty years
August 26, 2025 at 5:38 AM
The children of the forest must never leave its borders. If they do, they’ll die.
Yessir, outside the borders of the forest they barely last seventy or eighty years
Yessir, outside the borders of the forest they barely last seventy or eighty years
The M727 Donor Buzzard hovers over the battlefield, seeking organs to harvest for infusions. Although technically medics, they’re universally hated and attacked for the morbid display of medical cannibalism.
August 25, 2025 at 3:45 AM
The M727 Donor Buzzard hovers over the battlefield, seeking organs to harvest for infusions. Although technically medics, they’re universally hated and attacked for the morbid display of medical cannibalism.
As you’ve run your route, something has been wrong all day.
Your Deja vu is so unbearably strong
You see the boy. He is the only one off script. He is bleeding. But there is a look of determination in his eyes
He’s going to try again. Alright, one more yesterday. Then maybe you can face tomorrow.
Your Deja vu is so unbearably strong
You see the boy. He is the only one off script. He is bleeding. But there is a look of determination in his eyes
He’s going to try again. Alright, one more yesterday. Then maybe you can face tomorrow.
August 23, 2025 at 10:25 PM
As you’ve run your route, something has been wrong all day.
Your Deja vu is so unbearably strong
You see the boy. He is the only one off script. He is bleeding. But there is a look of determination in his eyes
He’s going to try again. Alright, one more yesterday. Then maybe you can face tomorrow.
Your Deja vu is so unbearably strong
You see the boy. He is the only one off script. He is bleeding. But there is a look of determination in his eyes
He’s going to try again. Alright, one more yesterday. Then maybe you can face tomorrow.
He frowned and looks at the cookie. “I’m scared. I know how this fight ends for me.”
He looked at you sadly. “But I don’t get to know how your story goes.”
He looked at you sadly. “But I don’t get to know how your story goes.”
August 23, 2025 at 3:48 AM
He frowned and looks at the cookie. “I’m scared. I know how this fight ends for me.”
He looked at you sadly. “But I don’t get to know how your story goes.”
He looked at you sadly. “But I don’t get to know how your story goes.”
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If you calibrate your karma just right, say by doing mostly the right thing but being very passive-aggressive about it, you can achieve a horseshoe orbit
August 19, 2025 at 1:32 AM
If you calibrate your karma just right, say by doing mostly the right thing but being very passive-aggressive about it, you can achieve a horseshoe orbit
It’s running down a long hallway. As it gets closer to the exit door and the light there, its shadow gets bigger and more terrifying. That’s how shadows work.
Yes. That is a perfectly rational thought. No reason to fear.
You still wish you could undo these handcuffs, though.
Yes. That is a perfectly rational thought. No reason to fear.
You still wish you could undo these handcuffs, though.
August 19, 2025 at 3:05 AM
It’s running down a long hallway. As it gets closer to the exit door and the light there, its shadow gets bigger and more terrifying. That’s how shadows work.
Yes. That is a perfectly rational thought. No reason to fear.
You still wish you could undo these handcuffs, though.
Yes. That is a perfectly rational thought. No reason to fear.
You still wish you could undo these handcuffs, though.
Walking on dunes at night, you spy something, bobbing out at sea.
A life preserver, all orange and yellow.
And there, floating on the Silent Sound, is the Kokovoko.
And there, on the horizon, is the tower
A life preserver, all orange and yellow.
And there, floating on the Silent Sound, is the Kokovoko.
And there, on the horizon, is the tower
August 18, 2025 at 10:38 PM
Walking on dunes at night, you spy something, bobbing out at sea.
A life preserver, all orange and yellow.
And there, floating on the Silent Sound, is the Kokovoko.
And there, on the horizon, is the tower
A life preserver, all orange and yellow.
And there, floating on the Silent Sound, is the Kokovoko.
And there, on the horizon, is the tower
The ghost ship Kokovoko sails on treacherous waters. Across whirlpools and shallows. Over reefs and under storms
Some think it’s to lure ships to their doom. Others think it’s to rescue the souls of the drowned
I’ve seen the ship. I know what pursues it, and what treasure they must never plunder
Some think it’s to lure ships to their doom. Others think it’s to rescue the souls of the drowned
I’ve seen the ship. I know what pursues it, and what treasure they must never plunder
August 18, 2025 at 10:29 PM
The ghost ship Kokovoko sails on treacherous waters. Across whirlpools and shallows. Over reefs and under storms
Some think it’s to lure ships to their doom. Others think it’s to rescue the souls of the drowned
I’ve seen the ship. I know what pursues it, and what treasure they must never plunder
Some think it’s to lure ships to their doom. Others think it’s to rescue the souls of the drowned
I’ve seen the ship. I know what pursues it, and what treasure they must never plunder
Each planet in the solar system is a level in the dharmic wheel. Behave well enough and your spirit will ascend onward, to Mars. Behave poorly and you will be punished, drifting down to Venus, or Mercury.
Hell is real, and it’s located somewhere between the photosphere and the corona
Hell is real, and it’s located somewhere between the photosphere and the corona
August 18, 2025 at 9:49 PM
Each planet in the solar system is a level in the dharmic wheel. Behave well enough and your spirit will ascend onward, to Mars. Behave poorly and you will be punished, drifting down to Venus, or Mercury.
Hell is real, and it’s located somewhere between the photosphere and the corona
Hell is real, and it’s located somewhere between the photosphere and the corona
“Kill the troll. I need his ribs for a project.” Sneered the artificer. “Don’t kill the other two.”
“Why not?” Asked the brigand, who had unexpectedly found himself fighting for his life.
“Because I don’t need them dead?” The artificer sounded puzzled.
“Why not?” Asked the brigand, who had unexpectedly found himself fighting for his life.
“Because I don’t need them dead?” The artificer sounded puzzled.
August 13, 2025 at 8:44 AM
“Kill the troll. I need his ribs for a project.” Sneered the artificer. “Don’t kill the other two.”
“Why not?” Asked the brigand, who had unexpectedly found himself fighting for his life.
“Because I don’t need them dead?” The artificer sounded puzzled.
“Why not?” Asked the brigand, who had unexpectedly found himself fighting for his life.
“Because I don’t need them dead?” The artificer sounded puzzled.
The Ranger took off her boots and walked carefully, dragging her feet through the grass.
Suddenly she stooped, grabbed a handful of leaves and plunged her knife into the soil. She pulled a struggling thing out of the dirt.
A mandragora with its mouth sewn shut, wearing a little key on its neck.
Suddenly she stooped, grabbed a handful of leaves and plunged her knife into the soil. She pulled a struggling thing out of the dirt.
A mandragora with its mouth sewn shut, wearing a little key on its neck.
August 10, 2025 at 8:46 PM
The Ranger took off her boots and walked carefully, dragging her feet through the grass.
Suddenly she stooped, grabbed a handful of leaves and plunged her knife into the soil. She pulled a struggling thing out of the dirt.
A mandragora with its mouth sewn shut, wearing a little key on its neck.
Suddenly she stooped, grabbed a handful of leaves and plunged her knife into the soil. She pulled a struggling thing out of the dirt.
A mandragora with its mouth sewn shut, wearing a little key on its neck.
The vampire hunter moved through the club like a grim kabob, leaving only a choking wake of dust.
With their haunt cleared, he steels himself for sunlight and disappears, off to find another vampire den.
The dust sussurates in the breeze: “is he gone?” And “anybody got some blood?”
With their haunt cleared, he steels himself for sunlight and disappears, off to find another vampire den.
The dust sussurates in the breeze: “is he gone?” And “anybody got some blood?”
August 9, 2025 at 2:08 AM
The vampire hunter moved through the club like a grim kabob, leaving only a choking wake of dust.
With their haunt cleared, he steels himself for sunlight and disappears, off to find another vampire den.
The dust sussurates in the breeze: “is he gone?” And “anybody got some blood?”
With their haunt cleared, he steels himself for sunlight and disappears, off to find another vampire den.
The dust sussurates in the breeze: “is he gone?” And “anybody got some blood?”
Music to play as you watch your reflection fall off a skyscraper
August 8, 2025 at 3:29 AM
Music to play as you watch your reflection fall off a skyscraper
There’s a wrench golem in the parking garage at work.
So, good news: your car is engine is going to get tuned up every day.
Bad news: you probably shouldn’t keep more than a gallon of gas in the tank
So, good news: your car is engine is going to get tuned up every day.
Bad news: you probably shouldn’t keep more than a gallon of gas in the tank
August 5, 2025 at 6:38 PM
There’s a wrench golem in the parking garage at work.
So, good news: your car is engine is going to get tuned up every day.
Bad news: you probably shouldn’t keep more than a gallon of gas in the tank
So, good news: your car is engine is going to get tuned up every day.
Bad news: you probably shouldn’t keep more than a gallon of gas in the tank
The skeletons regarded him with baleful eyes, as he realized the true gravity of what raising them had meant
As long as their bodies were alive, their souls were here, shuffling around in the dirt
This is why necromancy is so dangerous. The dead do NOT like schlepping back to the living lands
As long as their bodies were alive, their souls were here, shuffling around in the dirt
This is why necromancy is so dangerous. The dead do NOT like schlepping back to the living lands
August 3, 2025 at 1:03 AM
The skeletons regarded him with baleful eyes, as he realized the true gravity of what raising them had meant
As long as their bodies were alive, their souls were here, shuffling around in the dirt
This is why necromancy is so dangerous. The dead do NOT like schlepping back to the living lands
As long as their bodies were alive, their souls were here, shuffling around in the dirt
This is why necromancy is so dangerous. The dead do NOT like schlepping back to the living lands
This is the Forest of Thought.
It is easy to get lost here.
This the Lake of Reflection.
It is a place you end up while lost in the Forest of Thought.
And there, under the surface, under the roots, lurking in the deepest places of that lake are weird and strange fish…
The School of Thought
It is easy to get lost here.
This the Lake of Reflection.
It is a place you end up while lost in the Forest of Thought.
And there, under the surface, under the roots, lurking in the deepest places of that lake are weird and strange fish…
The School of Thought
August 1, 2025 at 9:03 PM
This is the Forest of Thought.
It is easy to get lost here.
This the Lake of Reflection.
It is a place you end up while lost in the Forest of Thought.
And there, under the surface, under the roots, lurking in the deepest places of that lake are weird and strange fish…
The School of Thought
It is easy to get lost here.
This the Lake of Reflection.
It is a place you end up while lost in the Forest of Thought.
And there, under the surface, under the roots, lurking in the deepest places of that lake are weird and strange fish…
The School of Thought
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Microfiction - Moral Compass
July 31, 2025 at 1:37 PM
Microfiction - Moral Compass