Stories
The Golem’s Soul ch. 1-3
BreJoa leaned on the parapet of the roof and looked down toward the west. Gusts threw up dust far in the distance, streaking the horizon with a brown haze that reddened the sun as it sank. She searched the near plain that lay under the lee of the mountain and forced her jaw to unclench. It was clear. There was no sign of anyone coming for miles.
Long Johns and Monster Masks
It was a snowy Halloween evening when someone knocked off Tommy’s face with a snowball.
