When I am gone, I will leave a letter. Not with ink and paper, but with wet soil and fungi. My memory will live on, even after all those...

TW: gore/violence/death Barbarians are storming the castle. Inside, we wait. The guards rushed us underground, yelling about “enemy...

Getting started with writing is always intimidating. There are so many forms of the art, so many ways to channel your inspiration, and so...

TW: slight gore A man’s heart burned as the stream water poured out of his lungs. He coughed, the sound scraping up the sides of his...