Trooper CT-492 stood rigid on the Outer Rim outpost, dust swirling around his boots. His helmet comms crackled—routine static from the sandstorms—until a voice cut through, cold and mechanical. “We are the Borg.” His breath hitched. The words hung, then drowned in a hiss of white noise. He tapped the […]Read more »
Robert Wimer
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Robert had always prided himself on being the dependable one. The guy who could fix a leaky faucet, mow a lawn, or—at the very least—get out of a chair when the situation called for it. It was a small thing, sure, but it gave him a quiet sense of control […]Read more »
In the heart of the Whispering Woodland, where leaves rustled secrets and the wind hummed lullabies, lived Pip, an eight-year-old squirrel with a tail that twitched like a question mark. His fur was a scruffy red, his eyes wide with wonder—and worry. The world, you see, was dangerous. Pip knew […]Read more »
The wind howled through the jagged peaks surrounding St. Aelric’s Monastery, a mournful sound that rattled the warped shutters and seeped into the stone walls. Elias knelt in the chapel, his knees aching against the cold floor, his breath misting in the dim light of a single candle. He was […]Read more »