Pinpricks: Club Vampyre
Fox found the poster buried beneath a pile of adverts outside the main dining hall. It was an artsy little thing, swathed in comforting lines of poetry and a rich baby blue. It came with promises of a safe space for vampires and their bonded pairs,...
Ramiro Encounters Travis
There's this seasonal market in the Hybrid's Quarters of Alden City. It's cramped up against the border as if it were trying to break free from the city's limits. Nobody really knows when it happens, that's a secret the organizers will take to their...
Pinpricks: How Fox Got His Name
This landing page is a mess. Not only could I have gotten off of a kidney transplant list in the time it took the website to load, but finding information was more like a scavenger hunt than a simple task. It had me following clues on a treasure map,...
Inkfish
In all my years of being a keishi-worker, I've never encountered an unoccupied guard tower. Most countries were rather stringent about documenting who came in and out. With Duskhaven's reputation, I thought that I'd be met with armed resistance. Lucky...
The Phoenix
1 Draven didn't expect to spend his lunch break barfing up the gory remains of the strawberry pancakes he had for breakfast, but there he was anyway. Pathetically hunched over the petunias in the school garden as the indigo flowers around him began to...
Entering Corra (Excerpt From Story)
Somebody should have told the Corrans that establishing their so-called kingdom on what amounts to a frozen tundra was a horrible, horrible mistake. Not only are they forced to outsource agricultural projects to theie peripheral cities, you know, where...
The Third Date ~Draven and Ramiro~
07:42 | Ramiro: You there? 07:44 | Draven: Yeah. I'm a little nervous. 07:44 | Ramiro: Me too but this is for the best right? 07:47 | Draven: Yeah. You have the cards, right? 07:48 | Ramiro: attached an image. Mhm. Got them...
Draven and Ramiro Badminton Story Rewrite
Draven closed his eyes. Every day during practice, he would sit like this and let the mesmerizing thwack of shuttle against nylon consume him. The scrawny pied raven had never heard a gunshot before, but he was convinced that it must have sounded...