The Voice revealed itself when I was seven, right after the crash. My parents called it nightmares, but late at night it rasped through the dark, warning me something was wrong. Only when I discovered a hidden photograph did I realize how true its whispers might be.
A Still Morning in Nyanza Reserve On a faintly overcast morning in a remote corner of Nyanza Reserve, a subtle…
Whispers of the Mill I was born not far from an ancient mill that stood defiantly against the march of…
The Genesis of Song The earth beneath them thrummed with an ancient energy, a hum beneath the surface, like the…
Signals in the Distance The room was too sterile for the decaying building that housed it, as if it had…
A Curious Device It all started with a simple announcement: a small notice in the local paper that most people…
The Arrival In a small town that never seemed to leave the 1980s, where the paint on the shop windows…
Murmurs from the Void Under the shimmering glow of a rare comet streaking across the night sky, two newborns cried…
Connections In the not-too-distant future, the town of Silvershore embodied a perfect blend of the old and the new, where…
The Lost Village Deep within the misty hills of an unnamed country, there lay a village that had been forgotten…
