Trixie sighed and threw the imperfect blossom she’d just crafted. It landed in a pile of other discarded blooms. “Why can’t I get it right?” she moaned, putting her head in her hands. The ancient wood of the...

It’s been weeks—months, maybe—since the world ended. Since my city burned. But the smoke lingers, turning the sky gray-gold. I catch my breath in the shade of a dune, listening for something beyond the hollow...

Coriander the Third grinned at the contraption in his hands. He’d created the greatest Dooms-Day invention this side of Gargon Ridge. He nodded proudly at the round, gleaming surface. It was the same perfect...

The rising twin suns peeked over shining blue mountains, casting their gaze on Woźniak’s hulking frame as he dipped his paintbrush into the can. inside the cabin, a crackling record started playing and a...

audio293874931.cyfile [saved on 9/3, 1:05] This is Day 1 of the Heymon Project. The traps are set. My colleagues laugh at me for entertaining the notion that any heymons have managed to sneak into our woods...