She was late again, as always, something at least was constant in this universe. The city bustled with a hodgepodge of fashion, each person, saw the city differently and dressed accordingly. Victorian, modern, Hadash, a few even wearing togas. Laith was wearing a pair of comfortable red pants with an exceedingly soft dark blue shirt.… Continue reading Cafe at the End of the Stars
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A Polar Bear
The funny thing about the North Pole, we don’t get news, only thinning ice sheets, every year the hunting season is shorter and shorter, every year my cubs hungrier. It is, for the most part, a solitary life, your kids outgrow you and go searching on their own never to be seen again. You meet… Continue reading A Polar Bear
