The bitterness had never left Oscar’s tongue, not for all those years gone by, innumerable in the pressing darkness. He had only recently forgotten what the world above him looked like, and before that he had relied on his fading memory, flipping through scenes in his mind like a tarnished album. Now even that was gone, and only a notion of a feeling remained with him, and it was so distilled as t...
Describe a magic artefact that has the ability to talk. How did it become enchanted in the first place? Whose soul lives inside the artefact? And how did it get there?...
It’s been ten days. Ten days since the Sun disappeared. I don’t suppose you could even call them ‘days’ anymore.
During those first few nights when you could still turn on the TV and get something other than static, reports had been flooding in from the various ‘professionals’ about what exactly had happened. Some said it was still there, but it was obstructed by some other celestial body. Others...
The vessel was laid out on the table in front of Indra. It was almost alive but missing something crucial – she hadn’t found it yet, but she was sure it was on the shelf somewhere. A ‘Spark’ is what some called it for lack of a better word, and it had taken centuries to find the first; locked away in a place forgotten by time.
Its discovery had changed everything. It had taken decades to begin to...