Every night, I sat down on the roof of my house hoping to see the end of the world. Who would’ve thought I would get my wish? Burning...

0 The group sat around the embers of their campfire. The light licked feebly up the moss-encrusted stonework ruins that surrounded them....

0 I stand alone in the plush room. It is small, but richly decorated, as befits my station. The fireplace in front of me crackles, its...

The art for this short story was provided by a close friend of mine, the wonderfully talented Kalhens, which you can find over at:...