‘Here we are,’ said the fool. He paused and looked as if to be admiring something.
All in Fiction
Tidings: Visions
I grew tired, only briefly, before the shout came again. I think that was my name. That’s the problem, though, isn’t it? Thinking. The voice, shouting or calling? Naming?
A Partial Exposure
A fictional story about a boy and his mind. “As a boy, I found my desires to be a mixing, an intersecting presentation of comforting and haunting in a taboo, though inchoate, sense.”
Rebirth
Although the birth of the age’s first bloodhunter went unnoticed, the world fell still for just a moment. It had to be done, he thought.
Mightier than the Sword
“Why must they be so brutal?” Luther asked, his eyes fixated on the two knights in the jousting run.