Autumn.

The love of my life was named Autumn but she hated her name as much as I loved it. “It reminds me of everyone who has died, of everyone who has turned into gold leaves and stars,” she’d say every time I asked her why. In 1992, her parents committed suicide in a Romeo-Juliet fashion. Her mother had never truly loved her fa....

A storyteller’s guide.

Zale's house was filled with objects that he'd collected over time that represented different story-telling principles. A black toy gun from when he was eight was framed in a glass box to remind him of Chekhov's Gun concept. His (now dead) bird's cage.....

A different time.

Hora was a different twenty-year-old. Of course, she was exactly what no one wanted her to be - the creative kid. She lived in a weird city where everyone had latin names and strict destinies. It was believed that it was important to only do what was expected of you to set examples for other worlds, if there were any. Her name was latin for....