The star in Dan’s pocket woke up one night, when Dan should’ve been sleeping. He was sitting on the edge of a harbor in a

Creative Writing & Poetry
The star in Dan’s pocket woke up one night, when Dan should’ve been sleeping. He was sitting on the edge of a harbor in a
The town of Mystique Vale was a peculiar little place. It was small, no bigger than a village, but had a busy train station. Dan
There was noise in the dark. At first, it started low — an almost indistinct buzzing in Dan’s ear, resembling almost the never-ending buzz of
“I can’t believe we got lost. Again.” Dan stifled a snicker and kicked a stray pebble, watching from the corner of his eye as Jamie,
Near the outskirts of Hazen, on a train platform long out of operation, two figures found refuge from the snow. The roof of the platform
She was born small. It was a curious feat; for a Star Dragon to be born small was unheard of. But then again, no one