That teardrop shape of my light! A glow with many shadows cast. The vaulted heavens above catch the long thread of smoke rising when my candle flame’s pinched. My smoke pools and condenses as my blackened wick cools. The teary streams of wax dry and my tears...

Hello, Stars Rite members. This is another episode of the news.It has come to my attention that even though we want to promote inclusivity on this site, intolerance and inappropriate verbiage of a person’s work to cause unease intentionally...

Ship log, Alpha Centauries 3943 We have been on the run for seven cycles. The tracker ray is for life, it won’t wear off. We have out manoeuvred our pursuers, but every second I feel them draw near. Onue has found...