It was March 21, 2025—Robert and Sonja’s 16th wedding anniversary. Fifteen years of bliss, one year of mild irritation over who finished the last of the ice cream, and now, the universe itself quivered in anticipation of their love. Robert sat in the living room, nestled comfortably on his throne […]Read more »
Part 1: The Gathering The conference room was beige. Aggressively beige. Beige walls, beige carpet, beige chairs in rows like stoic little soldiers preparing for an ecumenical war. The only thing that wasn’t beige was the pedestal in the center—obsidian black and so pristine it looked like a Photoshop layer […]Read more »
Grammy trudged back toward the house, wiping sweat from her brow. She had just finished her farm chores, which, under normal circumstances, might involve feeding chickens or gathering eggs. But today was different. Today, her grandsons—Sawyer and Creighton, the two most powerful toddlers to ever exist—had lifted entire cows, casually […]Read more »
Creighton was a boy of many talents. At just 16 months old, he had mastered astrophysics, cracked quantum mechanics wide open, and once reorganized the Wi-Fi at Grammy and DoDad’s house just to prove a point. But tonight, his concerns were simpler: gathering eggs. Even geniuses had chores. He and […]Read more »