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Sons of War

  • Sons of War

    Prologue: An Ill wind. The little boy giggled. He sat amongst the tall, swaying grass and playfully snatched at the lights. Small, glowing balls of colour that floated about, somehow ...

    • Novel / Chapter
    • Fantasy
    7 min read
  • Dreamless

    Some people like to dream. I don’t. I sleep, safe in the comfort of oblivion. No traumatic visions to plague me, no lustful yearnings or fantasies to frustrate me, just ...

    • Short Story
    • Science Fiction
    16 min read


I was flummoxed by fractious Franny's decision to abrogate analgesics for the moribund victims of the recent conflagration. Of course, to display histrionics was discretionary, but I did so anyways, implicating a friend in my drama to make the effect cumulative. I think a misanthrope would have a prosaic appellation, perhaps one related to autonomy and the rejection of anthropocentrism. I think they wouldn't think much of the prominence of watching the coagulation of tea to prognosticate future malevolent events, not even if those events were related to jurisprudence.
— Spearmint