Genre: Fantasy, Humor

Rating: PG

Frequency: biweekly

“Kreptus snorted. “I don’t know what to do with you. You’re not kids anymore.” He paused, pressing his thin lips together. Shaking his head he added, “I’m tired of babysitting you Kutril, you have three nights to find a safe place to live. After that you’re on your own.”

“But, but…”

A scream prevented Kutril from protesting. They looked back and rushed to Kratan, who was thrashing on the ground, tearing his hair off. He rolled over the fire and off of it, not noticing the flames licking his clothes. Kutril and Kreptus rushed to help him, extinguishing the fire and holding Kratan in place. ”

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Genre: Fantasy, Humor

Rating: PG

Frequency: biweekly

“They devoured the second meal Kreptus provided despite not being that hungry anymore. Kratan and Kutril nodded at each other, in a silent agreement as not to reveal that they had already eaten today, knowing how dangerous Kreptus could become.”

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Genre: Fantasy, Humor

Rating: PG

Frequency: biweekly

” They chatted amicably on their way to the church, walking slowly in the cool early morning. All of a sudden a baby goat sprinted through the square, tangling itself between the knight’s legs. He knelled down and made guttural sounds, cocking his head to one side, then the other, all this with a blank look in his white eyes. He only raised his head when Kratan’s lost dessert calmed down. When he refocused his eyes and stood up the whole village was lowered in the deepest bows. ”

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Author: Mari Juniper

Description: As Botchett and Aveena sat down to dine with Lady Mandrake, elsewhere in the Other World, a small figure could be seen darting between the trees, heading in the direction of the fairy fortress.

Description: As Botchett and Aveena made their way to the citadel it began to rain, a cold, hard rain that fell in sheets, swirled by the biting wind. They were almost upon the entrance when Aveena spotted a slight, unkempt figure lounging against the wall of the porch, trying to keep out of the weather. Layers of ragged, filthy clothing swathed the figure, giving it the appearance of a large hamster.

Description: The Asian youth crouched, terrified, at the base of the dais. Shirtless and grubby, his upper torso bore the signs of a recent beating. Wide-eyed, he stared up at the woman on the throne above him, flickering light from oil drum braziers making her eyes periodically sparkle with an unsettling intensity.