This article series aims to answer that question for you.
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The online art & literature magazine The Paper Tree
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The winners of *mizzd-stock
's 'Curse of the High Seas' Contest, starting with first place:
The winners of `SRaffa
's Chinese Horoscope Contest;
The planet was called Lethe, and it was the single most popular place for beings to go when they wanted to retire from the life they had lived. A person would expect such a place to have optimal climate, and restful views, but Lethe was about as far from that ideal a planet could get and still be habitable. Most of the species in the Galactic Alliance preferred to live in the carefully tended domes, rather than chance the uncertain weather conditions outside. What made Lethe popular, and gave foundation for the name, was the peculiar energy source the natives had devised.
Practical ArtAngela was an artist, but not in the conventional sense. She didn't use canvas and paint, and the idea of sculpting something made out of a material as mundane as clay made her want to vomit. She loathed the idea of creating art for art's sake; anything she made, she wanted there to be a practical use for it, something beyond decoration.
She labored on each piece she created for countless hours, making sure every detail was perfect. Sometimes it could take months for her to finish a single work. She'd always ask me to take a look at her pieces and demanded that I point out something she could improve upon. I was never an artist myself, but t
The Dream Chaser's Gate She had just finished running her errands for the day when the window of the tinker's shop caught her eye. Ardrid stopped to investigate. Hanging proudly on display was a dreamcatcher. It wasn't made with leather and beads in the traditional way. This one was a web of tiny metal links and precious gems. The outer edge was graced with delicate gears and knobs. Two jeweled pendants hung from the hoop.
Ardrid pulled out her journal and went over the schematics, comparing them with her estimate of the dreamcatcher's dimensions. It was perfect.
It was also too expensive.
A light rain began to fall as Ardrid made her way to t
The Succesful Failure : The Steam Catcher HeistI never liked interrogation rooms.
They were dark and dingy, humid and cold. Coming from the warmer, dryer part of North America I avoided the interrogation room of every Police Station I came across. I wasn't the type of person on the force you'd call when there was a hard nut to be cracked. I was better off in the streets, pistol in hand and badge over my heart rather than in those tiny rooms with all their cracked wallpaper, their single glaring over-head lights and their one way windows.
But what to do?
For a long time we have been tracking down one 'Cherry Berserker' an elusive she-wolf cat-burglar with a big appetite. She's known for
But for the small purple stain on its border, the banknote was non-descript.
It had a value but men value things in different ways and by different means. It had a value, but its value is not it's story.
It landed on the church plate face up, coming to rest softly on the flat silver base amongst the loose change like it was tossed to the cloth of a gambling table, soundless but with a small sense of resignation. A man paying for luck, a man asking his God for a favor.
It came from the wallet of a small sad man, who feared the Good Lord daily. The banknote was the weekly price of his penance, the bill of sale for those half-remembe
the little things in life.i.
the cemetery architects had never planned to place a bench within the premises. they surmised that those who came to visit would not wish to dwell long in the company of ashes. however, the builders consented to procure one to appease the masses, assuming its only use would be a remedy to tired feet. after the stone slab was put in place in the uppermost corner of the grounds, it never crossed their minds again.
he came alone, wearing his usual plaid coat and bowler. tipping his hat to his brow, he greeted passersby with a crinkle of his left eye. (most ignored him as they made their way to their next destination.) in fact, few noti
Star Dust.When Pop died, he'd already put his last affairs in order. The money was divided up equally among his six children, (most of) the jewellery was donated at his request and the house was to be sold to repay his final debts. We each got something by the end of it.
"To Anjulie, I leave one of my most prized possessions." Though Tante Doralee read the will, I heard it in Pop's crinkled voice, smelling the words as the smoke of his cigars. "The bullet they pulled from my chest; I added the chain so I could carry it with me as a reminder of the horrors I've survived. Take it with you to the fur
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