D is for Doors

I vowed that this would be the last time I walked through another door, the last time I stepped into yet another world. The loss had become too much, people I’d loved and had to leave behind, unable to explain where I had gone. This time, it appears as purple door, its brass knob cold […]

C is for Cryptid

Anyone would get angry if hunted with spears, and my pet Chechi was no exception. As far as I knew, he was the last of his kind, the last of the great bears. Scientists say that his kind died out long ago, if they ever even existed. I know better, just as surely as I […]