The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over Grammy’s backyard. It was a perfect spring day—the kind where even the bees seemed too relaxed to sting anyone. The scent of fresh grass mixed with the aroma of Grammy’s coffee as she sat in her lawn chair, sipping slowly, watching Sawyer […]Read more »
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Robert “DoDad” adjusted his reading glasses and flipped through his crossword puzzle book while rocking lazily in his chair. The morning was peaceful—birds chirped outside, and the smell of Sonja’s freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Across the room, two cherubic faces stared at him with an intensity that, for […]Read more »
The living room smelled faintly of spilled milk and lentals, a battlefield strewn with plush toys and board books. Late afternoon light slanted through the blinds, casting stripes across the carpet where Creighton and Sawyer sat, their chubby legs splayed like fallen soldiers. At 15 and 14 months, they were […]Read more »
Commander Torren Vex stood on the bridge of the Vindicator, his hands clasped behind his back, the cold steel of the deck vibrating faintly beneath his boots. The Star Destroyer hung in orbit above Korrith, a desert world of cracked dunes and whispering winds, its surface a dull amber smear […]Read more »