Prompt: Love is discovered to be a limited/nonrenewable resource.
Tobias had to wait for the tours to be over, and he had to wait for everybody else to leave. That was more difficult than it sounded, because he worked at the Valentimber love processing facility. Those lucky enough to work there never wanted to go home, just like the tourists never wanted to leave. Sometimes people finished a tour, looped around the front of the building, and bought another ticket. Continue reading
In a distant dimension where inner and outer space are one and the same, cell-like beings must abandon their lung-like planet before it is struck by wandering debris. One among them is not what they seem, entranced by the dancing fluids inside each of them, hungry to understand it…
(reading time: 1 hour, 31 minutes)
I do not grant you permission to see this lightly, but I tire of your begging and pleading. I have real work to do. If you want to waste your time, go ahead; I won’t stop you. I guess you’ve proven I can’t anyway.
Put it back when you’re done, as if nobody ever touched it. Continue reading
Dogwood the magician is less of an expert and more of a dumpster diver, but when someone new in town offers a big payday to find a magic relic that can sever emotional bonds, he takes the job. How hard could it be to help him divorce his enchanting wife…
(reading time: 1 hour, 20 minutes)
The saddle topped the newest gross of garbage funneled out of Fernico’s mansion like a flake of chocolate grated onto red velvet cake. Dogwood reached down and pulled the red chunks of a destroyed carpet off it. When held up in the day’s dying light, the saddle’s rare markings betrayed its true purpose. The ordinary brown leather gave way to a pewter rim imprinted with inward facing blue triangles, designed to trap a certain type of magic like bear trap teeth. A ghost saddle, he thought. Should fetch at least four gold and six silver. Continue reading