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George R. Erickson hurled the twenty-five-percent cotton fiber paper across the room, visions of fol...
Grayson first saw her as she rode from the trees of the forest beyond his small house. The sun, with...
Welcome to The Mythic Circle #14. We hear raves from all quarters about the Tolkein Centennial in Ox...
Dear Lloyd, So the quest of my younger years is ended, the one that you embarked me on, and I\u27ve ...
Welcome to The Mythic Circle #12. We apologize for the lateness of this issue. Tina’s triplets (!), ...
It was dusk again, and the alien sun had been particularly scorching. Abrum had gone for a swim to...
Once upon a time Holly’s grandmother used to fly about, playing hide and seek with the butterflies a...
Just as the sun began setting in a fire colored sky, Bridget Skla stooped over an old wool blanket a...
A misty morning met the awakening village of Madichi. Dawn made pale the cloudy skies, and upon the ...
Toby’s step down from the coach was greeted by the damp embrace of cobblestone puddles. Deceptively ...
For 7 years, we have struggled to put out an amateur publication with professional flare. To those...
As I looked to the high ground, which was indeed shaped in the semblance of a sublime albeit miniatu...
Perhaps the idea was on the foolishly sentimental side, but it did not seem so when it was first bro...
Squinting my eyes and resuming the frenzied spurring, I headed unflinchingly towards the setting su...
The story I have to tell is really quite simple. My name is Avidus and for many years I was an ins...
George R. Erickson hurled the twenty-five-percent cotton fiber paper across the room, visions of fol...
Grayson first saw her as she rode from the trees of the forest beyond his small house. The sun, with...
Welcome to The Mythic Circle #14. We hear raves from all quarters about the Tolkein Centennial in Ox...
Dear Lloyd, So the quest of my younger years is ended, the one that you embarked me on, and I\u27ve ...
Welcome to The Mythic Circle #12. We apologize for the lateness of this issue. Tina’s triplets (!), ...
It was dusk again, and the alien sun had been particularly scorching. Abrum had gone for a swim to...
Once upon a time Holly’s grandmother used to fly about, playing hide and seek with the butterflies a...
Just as the sun began setting in a fire colored sky, Bridget Skla stooped over an old wool blanket a...
A misty morning met the awakening village of Madichi. Dawn made pale the cloudy skies, and upon the ...
Toby’s step down from the coach was greeted by the damp embrace of cobblestone puddles. Deceptively ...