Jane couldn’t believe it. He had done it again, smashing her heart to bits. As if he had reached into her chest and pulled the beating flesh out and trampled on it like he would an ugly spider.

Why she kept letting him do this to her, she had no idea. Well, almost no idea. She loved him, and always had. She first saw him in grade 2, back when boys were gross. And yet she knew she loved him even ...

There was a clatter. A smashing. Alabaster jars exploding into tiny fragments, covering everything with white sediment. The roof imploded into a dazzling display of red, white, and green. Tables and chairs splintering in a cacophony of sound.

What was happening? I’ll tell you what was happening.

At least, I’ll try.

You see, it was my dad. Well, not exactly. Yet it was. It is confusing if you...

Today is the day we, the people of Q’Axolan, vote for our future. As president, I will ensure that our brothers, sisters, neighbours, and friends will no longer fear the monstrosity known as the Atalan Empire. No, our fair nation will make a stand. This is not a time for empty promises of peace. The ogres have lied and massacred our people all too often. We, the blessed elves of Q’Axolan, will fig...

Under the alien moon

Sits the manachida unknown

He is coming over soon

And you will come to know a frown

Watch out for when he does

As there are few who return home

When this manachida goon

Recites to you his prose

Hark! Be on constant vigil

Or else you will come to see

Just why people squirm and wiggle

When they see a figure from the sea...

The relic began to shout beams of light. The room shook violently, as if a thousand cattle were raging across the ceiling.

Suddenly, Alice was at home.

“The heck?” She thought. Her hands were empty, the relic nowhere to be seen.

That was yesterday. Today she lays in the dirt, wondering how she chose the wrong relic. Clearly it was the wrong one, as the last 24 hours were nothing but bad luck...

Those…things. They’re back. Zatar shrieked as his abdomen ached from their last visit, when it had been shredded to pieces by some sort of fire. Fire made of light? Zatar didn’t know. All he knew was the rage inside.

He needn’t wait.

Zatar was the first to strike, preparing to vomit the ball of energy collecting near his larynx. All he felt after that was pain, as fire tore into his jaw, throa...