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  • First Storm

    Chapter One Above the city of Arvila, a hawk cut across the open sky, wings molding the air into an invisible path. It glanced from side to side. The sweeping ...

    • Short Story
    • Fantasy
    10 min read
  • The Chronograph

    They were dead. They were all dead. His hands shook, making the printout all but impossible to read. What had he done? What will he do? Conley walked back into ...

    • Short Story
    • Science Fiction
    6 min read


We are not to simply bandage the wounds of victims beneath the wheels of injustice, we are to drive a spoke into the wheel itself.
— Dietrich Bonhoeffer