I just have to make it to the other side. This is the thought I keep telling myself. My feet are rooted to the side of the lake. Getting to the other side is more than just finishing this race I’ve involuntarily started. I didn’t choose to be here. I would not have wanted to be part of this but my family needs me to finish.

There have been so many tests and challenges in this race its almost r...

Life in the slums of Terraxia is just as you might expect. It’s dank. It smells. And it’s populated with the usual assortment of cretins, low-lifes and, opportunitsts just trying to make a quick mark. Uriah, a bright eyed boy of ten, strolled down his favorite alley. It may have looked like all the other alleys that populated this part of the city, but this one had a book shop nestled in a dark co...

You would think that after thirty years I would have better control over my powers. Standing on the edge of Narmarra, the place if feel the most connection with my powers, I practice. I know I should be better everyone keeps telling me that I am but I just cant see it. My world is mostly covered by water, the scientists say is 98%. All that really means for me, the only lightning weilder in living...

Pop. Fizzle. Opening my eyes I appear to have travelled to another universe… maybe. Everything looks the same. Same subway stop. Same buses. Same sky scrapers. For all intents and purposes I feel like I woke up in New York. I probably am where I think I am. But something that I can’t put my finger on feels off.

I know I travelled through time. Or space…or both. But I just can’t seem to find anyt...

Drowsie. Head spinning. I realize I’m standing, but I have no idea where I am. As my eyes begin to focus, I realize there are bright lights shining directly at my face.

What the heck I mumble.

There’s also a horn blaring. I’m standing in the middle of the road. No, I’m standing on a bridge, with a car right in front of me headlights on, laying on the horn.

WHAT DO YOU WANT? I scream in m...

Driving down the road. Top down. Wind whipping through his hair. This was Ryan’s favorite time of day. Twilight, just as the last of the light leaks off the horizon. The engine of his 1970’s corvette humming along was the perfect sound at the perfect time of day. The only thought in his mind was on the drink he would be making once he got home. His week had been a nightmare and now it was three da...