When Martyn was fifteen, he saw his first crow. The two stared at each other for a second- the bird's beady black eyes versus Martyn's green ones- and then the crow tipped its head, spread its wings, and flew off. Not long after, Martyn's mother came down with a sudden illness and passed away. Ever since then, Martyn'...
"Alright," said Scar, "it's been nice knowing you." "Likewise." There was searing pain in Cleo's chest and a few frantic seconds of gasping for air, and then nothing. They were dead . . . and then they woke up. --- Cleo lives and dies and lives again . . . and a few more times, for good measure. Installation 11 of The...
The story of a relationship, from beginning to end (and a little beyond). --- The day Grian came back home, one associate degree richer, it was raining. It was also raining a few weeks later on the day that Grian and Scar moved into their new apartment in the big city an hour away. Both days were tearful and celebrat...
Grian wasn't supposed to still be in the game. It had ended. It was over. He was sick of the dry heat during the day and the numbing cold at night. He wanted to go home. They wouldn't let him go home. Grian presumed it was a punishment. He'd thought that the game would be enough for Them to finally leave him alone, b...
A Double Life oneshot where Pearl is absolutely not okay. Installation 3 of The Foxlore Collection. This fic can be read on its own.