The Heart's Deepest Wish
I hop the front steps and ring the doorbell, the sound of laughter and 2000s pop music audible from within the McMansion. As the sound of footsteps approach, I readjust my grip on the covered pan of homemade buffalo cheese dip and the six pack of...
Mer-Made Differently
Silas entered the tavern, ducking his 6’6’’ frame to avoid banging his head on the weather-worn doorway. The movement was second nature, as none of the entrances in the port city were built for someone of his stature. He clutched a book to his side,...