El Torre de las Mieles
El Torre de las Mieles A Short Story by Daniel Moya The clouds, like the knight's midsection, began to part, and the waxing crescent moon blessed the beech trees with radiant light. Rain that…
A Gourd Problem to Have
The thicket of late fall overgrowth rustled, a wide metallic blade slashed down, leaves and branches falling to the ground. Out followed a being in torn link armor with a plain dull helmet covering the…
Banished
Cyrina wrapped her arms around herself and stared at the trees painted black in the gloaming. She knew it was only going to get darker, and the only respite was the silvery white moon peeking…
Woods talk
If I had to wake up to stare up at the sky, where would I be standing from? Of course my home, but my mind wants to wander off into deep conversations, I’m ready to…
Becoming Baba Yaga
Between two mountains, there lay a sleepy village surrounded by a great forest. The villagers whispered the secrets of the wood to each other as they went about their daily business chopping firewood, stirring pots…