This always begins, but never ends. Elf kind, has a dystopia of wit, that makes them grow either older or younger, according to the quality of the quip. Tulery – Vincent Saint Quentin The real reason Tule were at the palace, were to...

The boy sat in the shower. He felt the wet fall like blood. He were crying, but he had his fingers pressed to his eyes, to attempt to stop the flow, but he were wailing. The process of his schoolteacher, coming to his house to reprimand...

The reason they were out, was because they were in. Crawling across the dunes, the came like snakes. Deserters from their own camp, they felt like betrayers, or mutineers, hiding from a hidden hand, or reveling in plundered gold. The...

I joined jerichotownhouse so that I could post my work and get reviews and critiques. I had started writing a story and wanted to start posting. But then came a new idea and so now I’m rewriting what I had ready to post. So please bear...

*Mild suggestive suicide theme at the end. Read at your own risk.* "That was a short quest," Riddle spoke to himself. "And rather harmless. I should be in more danger and excitement than the possibility of being trampled...

The old man sat at his porch and watched the fields. He hummed a simple tune and slowly rocked on his chair. All was calm. All was silent. "Hmm," the old man furrowed his eyebrows. In the distance, a tiny, childish scream....

Riddle spent far too much time simply trying to get Pipper out to the fields with him. The egg-butt creature wobbled relentlessly and found every moving thing to be a distraction. Pipper stopped to wreak havoc on every single ant pile by...

"Here ya go, kid!" The elderly man had thrust the door to his old barn wide open. Dust flew into their noses for a moment or two, and Riddle was left with an unexpectedly long stretch of silence. He looked at the old man, who...

When little Riddle opened his first book, he was greeted with the giant grins of mighty men and women draped with ragged clothes and bent armor. He saw sacks of gold and jewels, frightening monsters beheaded or caged. Weapons and maps,...

I have been playing a test match with her. And she is destiny. It’s her pitch and her ground. She decides the rules. Play doesn’t stop in bad light. It just goes on. It doesn’t let you wear pads and gloves. Helmet is only a dream. The...

Bakshi Bakshi ,Bakshi,Bakshi ,children were yelling. He ran frantically on the roads . He bet his chest and cried aloud. He harmed none. He ran and ran through the streets.The children ran in swarms.Little monsters pelting stones on...