Jasper's Odyssey (S2)
The fire was warm and comfortable, which was more than Jasper could say for any of the three paths. He sat back down and stared into the flames, wondering what had gone wrong. Perhaps, he rationalized, he had hit his head; he had amnesia, and that's...
Jen
Jenny was a quiet wolf in quiet clothes in a quiet room listening to quiet music from her quiet speakers, and that's all anyone could see. She stared into corners and up walls and into ceilings and past all of these unseeing. Her door was closed and...
Beneath the Mistlebells 1
_The stars said to the sky, "I think I love you."_ _The sky said to the stars, "I hope you're wrong." There was no way the stars could see how empty the sky was, or be aware of the dark that filled every part of space between those dim pinpricks of...
Jasper's Odyssey (C2)
Jasper shrugged, returning to the little man. "What do I have to do?" The man beamed up at Jasper. "An excellent choice, sir! And if you don't mind me saying, I think these will be perfect for you. Follow me." The man clicked his fingers and a panel...
Nocturne: Introduction
Fair old Nocturne Across the lands the cities rose like giants, shore to shore. The viral plague of humanity spread over hill and dale. The souls it nurtured ate and drank and lived life to it's full, never doubting what they knew of brick and bone...
Beneath the Mistlebells 6
_Ruth_ "You don't have to go, Ruth," Redge said. "You can stay here with Owl, Ruth, Me. We'll keep safe, Ruth." Ruth shook her head sadly. "It needs to be done." "Why?" said Redge. "Because there's an evil out there, and we won't be safe until it's...
Beneath the Mistlebells 7
_She called them dark spaces. They weren't known by that name by everyone, but everyone knew what they were. They were the places that people retreated to when they were overwhelmed, and stressed and no longer knew where to go. They were bestial,...
Beneath the Mistlebells 2
_The wolf stalked her dreams, and found her in her mountains, in her valleys and her spaces. He hounded her from dusk until dawn, always looming from a distance._ "_Will you ever leave me alone?" she asked, hiding her head in her hands._ _He shook...
Beneath the Mistlebells 3
_Every night he would slip slowly into bed, waiting for the welcome oblivion of sleep, and every night without fail he would sense with intense certainty the impossible truth._ _He lay with his back exposed, and as he relaxed, they emerged from...
Beneath the Mistlebells 5
_It started as a dream. A slow, numbing sensation that crept through her mind, like the whispering, fleeting sensation of an idea which hung on the edge of consciousness. It was the tip of her tongue and the edge of her eye. In time, it grew to...
Beneath the Mistlebells 4
_She had left her coat on the hook by the door, and as the evening wound on her shirt and trousers found new homes on the armrests of a chair and the landing floor. Her heart was outside, beating as it hung from the gate, swinging in the wind. Snow...