The Graveyard Of Extraneous Characters

The gnarled woman leaned on the shovel, sweat glistening her brow as she pointed to the headstone growing out of her garden of graves. “Over there is Charlie P. Marks. Handsome fellow. The third part of a love triangle, he was. Turns out he just dragged down the story.” She tapped her shovel on the…

A Quest For A Genre: Fairy Tales

For days, they passed over hills and valleys. The landscape turned from mountains and pine trees, to deserts and rolling fields of sand, to glaciers and frozen ridges, to broken cities and fighting robots. Still, their search was incomplete. As the pink hues of dawn warmed another day, the grandfather pointed to the horizon. “There…