Letters of the Past: Earhart’s Lost Letters
An take on if Amelia Earhart wrote letters before her death and what happened after … More Letters of the Past: Earhart’s Lost Letters
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An take on if Amelia Earhart wrote letters before her death and what happened after … More Letters of the Past: Earhart’s Lost Letters
The finale to Tales of the Dragon Child … More Tales from the Dragon Child: The Ending to End All
A dark retelling of George Washington’s struggles at Valley Forge … More Letters of the Past: Washington’s Plight
On a cold winter’s night, Fashi mysteriously disappears … More Tales of the Dragon Child: The Disappearance
In search for their master, Huo finds a strange world.. … More Tales From The Dragon Child: Into the Mirror
Lucy stared in complete silence for what felt like an eternity. Huo could see the conflicting emotions on her face across the table. Betrayal, confusion, anger, and something akin to rage. The young mage gulped and nervously waited for a response from their former coworker. Doubt filled their mind as they thought about their father’s … More Tales from the Dragon Child: Half Breed Club
The hunter comes looking for the hunted.. … More Tales from the Dragon Child: The Encounter
The paper crinkled in Huo’s hands as they took it off the telephone pole. It was an ad for a traveling circus holding a carnival set to arrive in town in just a few days. Huo felt a grin coming onto their face, one that had been growing ever since their trip to Andromeda, the … More Tales from the Dragon Child: The Red Circus
That morning was cold and misty. Huo pulled on a coat and boots from their closet, silently mulling over the events of the night before. Fashi knows. What now? Sighing, they closed the closet door and walked over to the front door. The Phoenix bumped its head into its mistress’s leg as if to say, … More Tales from the Dragon Child: The Dragon Lair
Anna sifted through her things at her desk. A client stood in front of the desk, waiting rather impatiently. He constantly looked at his watch, as if he were late. Anna threw a bunch of things off her desk, feeling absolutely flustered. This was the third time this week that she hadn’t found something important. … More Tales from the Canvas: The Art of Murder