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Something catches your eye in the brisk winter morning

Howdy Reader, A scrap of something flutters in the winds, gently drifting down. You reach up and snatch it from the air, cradling it in your hand. Rough, pliable. It isn’t paper. And it certainly doesn’t smell like it either. This stuff smells more like leather than anything else. You look closer. This is parchment, thin and almost translucent white. On it is scrawled a faint writing. Thick letters are blocked out, solid and unmoving. And this, you can read. As you wonder what it could be you...

4 months ago • 1 min read

Deep in the caverns of the world of Alniron, where no sunlight touches, a moss grows. Dwarves discovered it eons ago, the first ancestors that dug into the earth and ventured into the caves. However, this moss isn’t like any old moss. It glows. Some strange and unknown property of the moss grants its creeping tendrils a yellowish hue. Thus, they named it Golden moss. Not enough to brighten a room, it casts enough light to dispel the darkest areas of the deep. The poorer dwarves of Zirad even...

about 2 months ago • 1 min read

Babies go through a lot of diapers. It’s like they can’t help themselves. My youngest daughter recently started eating table food, and boy can she pack down the food. Sometimes she eats as much as her three year old brother. Anyway, after a blistering early morning breakfast of cereal, I found myself relegated to diaper duty (pun intended). Buckling up and pulling down my chemical goggles, I snapped my gloves and got to work. Rrrrrip. The first velcro off. Rrrrip. The second. I held my breath...

2 months ago • 1 min read

“If you see me, then weep” Imagine living hundreds of years ago, minding your own business, just out for a stroll along the riverbank. Then, out of the corner of your eye you see that carved into the stone. Water feeds your crops. Water nourishes your family. Water keeps you alive. And now, the water is dwindling, or gone. The river is drying up, and with it your hope of its quenching power. Would your life change? Or would you have already known in your heart the message, and have prepared...

2 months ago • 1 min read
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