"Masila: After the Battle" by natasha_nguyen The storyteller seemed to smile again. It was hard to tell, when her face was almost entirely hidden by the rough material of her hood. "Ah, you younglings. All you want are tales of light, of golden heroes, of triumph over evil. Beings who become so warped by tales that they are transformed into creatures of utter perfection. You want glistening statues of heroism and good endings that finish so peacefully and dramatically..."
Shush for the Screamer "Hi, Susie," whispered a familiar voice. Miriam was kneeling down on the carpet. Sitting next to her was a small Baby Acara, the one who, Susannah presumed, had just screamed...
Masila: After the Battle The storyteller gave a tiny smile and straightened, using a staff to help her. A terrible fall in the distant past had hurt her backbone considerably...
Gross Food: Grossly Misunderstood? Welcome to the world of Gross Food. Not to be confused with food that is gross, such as sprouts, broccoli, and oatmeal...
Afternoon Tea: Part Three "Oh, please!" cried Gloria, still standing up. "The Afton I'm friends with would never put hundreds of workers out of a job! You are not the friend I knew..."
The Mirror of Memories: Part Three I didn't feel anything at all, so I put my whole hand through. A portal. I took one last deep breath, closed my eyes, and quickly walked through the mirror...