I do not possess a witch's wit, the wise man's words, nor the taleteller's tongue, but I must attempt to honor the spirits who were with me this evening and tell you my story. It starts, as most ... [+]
Once in a blue moon, the universe conspires to weave a tale so enchanting that it defies the ordinary rhythms of life. In the heart of 2024, a year marked by both tumult and triumph, there ... [+]
They sent us to another city with the same objective: push them back. Aachen, September 1944. They said something about taking the first bit of German land, but I couldn't have cared less. I just ... [+]
We all tire of our greatest loves. We get caught up in the flash of excitement, and we begin to believe in something real, something true, something meaningful, something lasting. But sooner o ... [+]
Avascular Necrosis. Bone tissue death from blood supply loss—a fate Isaiah might face if his wife didn't abandon her desperate need for comfort. He could only blame himself. Well, maybe his wife's ... [+]
At first, James hadn't known what a coma was. His parents, through misty eyes, had to tell him several times in the first week after his brother's injury. Now, he was the one who had to regularly ... [+]
Raising the stellar dead. The phrase had been plastered on posters and emails in the weeks leading up to the astronomer's lecture, intriguing even the least scientifically-inclined of our student ... [+]
Lucy looked towards her Captain only to find him keeled over the side of the deck bringing up the contents of his stomach. The nearly imperceptible sigh that escaped her lips was the only indication ... [+]
The professor stared deeply into the foam of her coffee and only saw hieroglyphs.
That little swirl of chocolate she had added to the mocha concoction sort of looked like an ankh, didn't it? The
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"The Hapsburgs? Bah, who'd want to paint their ugly mugs, what with their inbred chins! Or perhaps you thought I'd paint Adonis, or David bathing beside Bathsheba, complete with glistening skin and ... [+]
It's 11:54 when we leave the party. I have to drag her away; she's tipsy from sneaking sips of my parents' champagne and doesn't see the need to rush. I can't judge her—I'm not all ... [+]
Most people think ghosts only come out at night. They'd be wrong. A kid tripped along the path, about five years old, chasing a chipmunk. Nobody called out for him to stop or be careful. Indeed ... [+]
When Prince Hubert stepped into this murky town, he couldn't fathom who would travel across the vastness of the empire for a mere festival. Barren streets — lamenting the beating sun — and one ... [+]
The crests and troughs of the night were already beating along the shore. Oh, how badly she wished to be released from Rickshaw! Up there, on the rocky cliff dotted with pink salt sand and red paint ... [+]
