fantasy

Magic came to the world in flowers. They came from below, out of season and out of time. They split through concrete and brick and bridges and made the air a thickly scented haze of soft pollen. The ones who survived the deadly assault on the human immune system woke to find the world already mourning the ones who hadn’t. … Read More

Tiredly, I play Death. It weeps rust as it settles: coating our hair drawing ash over ruins of the old world sleeping. We sit deep in its bowels, using its legs as a table. My sister tosses The Hierophant. The card flutters face down – too late. Far too late. In seconds it is gone. She pays its skeleton no … Read More