It began with an incorrect weather forecast from our staff meteorologist. Mistakes happen, as the weather can be unpredictable and our tools are not sophisticated for predicting the weather. After all, we have only recently entered the age of steam. However, this one mistake nearly cost us our lives ( Read more... )

Mommy,

I can’t begin to tell you how unhappy I have been. I just want to go home, even after all we went through. Doesn’t even matter that I’ve been away for 49 years, and covered dozens of solar systems. This entire trip has been a colossal nightmare. Of course, you were there in the beginning, so you know. ( Read more... )

It was an hour before Robbie’s shift would start, so he made his way to the Eighteen Marmots Tavern for a couple of pints. For a Thursday evening, things were really quite busy. “Must be all the tourists from London,” Robbie thought. Small talk with the evening’s patrons confirmed his hunch ( Read more... )

“It is a myth that all dragons are born at the base of the Lydian Sea on the longest night of the season,” Ruggito began. He drew himself up to full height, and swayed his head a little. The top of his crown brushed against the top of a redwood tree, which rained dry needles upon the human scribes and the young brood who joined the Gathering for ( Read more... )

Heading north on the 210, Susannah drives along, winding through the hills near Sunland, a Los Angeles suburb. There are no lights to line the road, and all she can see beyond the asphalt is an outline of the San Gabriel Mountains to the right, and the Verdugo Mountains to her left.

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Ted and Lizzie found the nearest empty park bench available, and took a seat. Having disembarked the subway three stops early, the two needed to figure out how to get to Anachronism Fest, the big steampunk convention. It was somewhere in Central Park. The question was where ( Read more... )

“As you can see, we have three buttons on this panel,” Jason indicated to a small remote sitting on Roger’s desk. Roger nodded ( Read more... )

Artie arrived at the Louis Sherry restaurant an hour and a half early. Situated in the New Netherland Hotel on 5th Avenue, he was unaccustomed to dining at luxurious establishments such as this. He wore his best blue wool suit that he used for special occasions, and hoped that he would blend in with the crowd.

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“Whatcha doin?” Eli asked sliding onto the bench next to Amaya, who was poking at something in her terrarium ( Read more... )

The steady sound of the blade slicing through potatoes accompanied the pattern of raindrops beating against the window one late afternoon in April. Stella was lost in thought. Nervous about a solo piano performance she was to give that evening at a recital, she found comfort in her cooking.
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