The internet has become the third age of fairies. In the land of fairies, magic exists. Anything you want in the whole world is available. It is a marketplace of dreams. You can order slaves if you want. You can order weapons. The powerful can sway countries with the powers of digital bank accounts. The gold standard has been abolished and ( Read more... )

The gingerbread castle is guarded by fairies that look like they moonlight as pornography starlets ( Read more... )

We’d made it past the cloying, sticky bloodswamps of Redlung Valley. We’d managed to conquer the Cursed Forests that confused direction with the help of our magical northern-pointing amulet. We’d even defeated the old one-eyed dragon that still guarded the entrance to this underground cavern, even though it cost us four of our party ( Read more... )

I collect the coins of the wishes that other people paid for, roll them up, and take them to the Old Bank. The wish pennies are worth more than the regular pennies. It’s Friday morning. The Old Bank is busy ( Read more... )

I’m surrounded by the riot of colour that fall’s death throes bring ( Read more... )

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An unfortunate collection of thoughts had a car crash in my head yesterday ( Read more... )

Some people see pink elephants ( Read more... )

Johnny Two-shadow was the one who found the doorway. It was that talent of his for crossing over that did it. After a touch, it hung there in the darkness of the grove, glittering like a lucky fish ( Read more... )

I’ve got a backpack full of dead fairies packed in sugar like a fisherman would pack fish in ice or like a butcher would salt beef ( Read more... )