Time travelers learned ghosts haunted times, not places. They clustered near their tragedies, blocking entry. Allowing no one to fix them.

"Do you pay for things? Like ever?" he said. "Nope," the dragon said. "So why hoard gold?" "I've seen what you humans would do with it."

Things were tense inside the egg. From in there, it was hard to tell the difference between a shell starting to crack and a world falling apart.

"You may have three wishes," the genie said. "I don't think I have any," she said, "but I have lots of dreams." "I can't grant those." "That's OK. I'm pretty sure I can."

He awoke in the night, alert and afraid. It was too quiet. His eyes went to the attic hatch. "Hello?" he whispered. It cracked open, slowly. "Still here," the monster whispered back, "You're not alone." He relaxed, and went back to sleep.

What secret would you tell the ravens? Special guest story ft. the words and voice of A Small Fiction. Follow for his story "SOIL" coming soon.

She had a reset switch behind her ear. When she was young, she'd been scared she'd press it by accident. Maybe while brushing her hair, or in the bath. But the years slipped by. And some days she would wonder, and her hands would grow careless. Would the new start be so bad?

The villagers in Village Up sent letters to the dead. But had to move to Village Down, to find out what they said.

Sometimes grief and growth bloom from the same soil. Here's "Soil," a gorgeous guest story by A Small Fiction Check out his other guest story "Ravens" here: tiktok.com/@theshortestst…

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A strange fog draped the town in the night. It clung, thick and oily. It darkened the windows with the smell of coming dangers. They waited inside for the sun to rise and burn it off. But it didn't burn off. It just burned.

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It's morning and the air is thick with the quiet lack of footsteps of the ghosts of dogs I've loved.

"You've crushed our homes" the townsfolk cry, "Please stop. Please tell us why." A glance behind. A giant's shrug. "It's just me getting by."

The fear of the glimmer of eyes in the dark served us well. It once helped us survive. But ultimately, the old instincts failed. We should have suspected about the stars.

Hello! Sorry that I've been away. I've been writing a game called Tavern Keeper with Greenheart Games. It comes out this year, and the demo is playable on Steam. A lot of heart was poured into it, I hope you'll check it out - here it is: store.steampowered.com/app/2833530/Ta…