Literature Submissions

The stiff leather of their hunter’s armor gnawed uncomfortably at the underside of Yara’s jaw as they fumbled with the lock, their pelt on end with jittery anticipation. His golden eyes flicked to the strange, glowing blue rabbit who was meant to be keeping watch, meant to thump the ground if it saw someone coming. The creature’s pit-like eyes stared back. It blinked in wh...

“Mister Kenwood, my daddy’s gonna come back safe, right?” Lona asked. Her big eyes stared up at the “old man,” looking to him for support. It never seemed like Kenwood was one for supporting others, but he had known Lona since her birth. He knew every man and woman that came to his ports, and as crabby and rude as he could be, there was his reasons. Lona, even though she was still young, understood this and always tried her best with Kenwood. After all, her mother always told her ev...

Over mountains, under sky, Always wander, never hide, In shining lakes of emerald green,  In glittering caverns of tourmaline, A kiamara who can never...

It is that time of the year when the last meat is falling of the bones of the earth, Not a particularly pretty time, but a time of great importance, The sense of death lurks in the air, as the plants shrivel and die, Some will regrow next year and some will never return, I am from these days, between winter and fall, I hear the whispers of the other creatures, of the...