Streets of Hope

I know it's still the eve but eh, whatever. :)

Enjoy the Holidays with a handful of loved ones, something about the latest headlines lets me think that 2023 won't necessarily be easier on the collective morale than 2022 was...

While Gomez cursed under his breath, Zeb raised his flask as only an oblivious drunkard could, belting For He's a Jolly Good Fellow in response to Vlastos' wild display of mirth. Predictably, he chose to elongate fellow as they rushed headlong into the cliff face- Impact never came. Instead, it felt...

As you could've expected, a drunken lich wearing slippers didn't have an easy time boarding a twice-refurbished 'copter. Still, the weirdly energetic twinkle in Zeb's eye-lights suggested he enjoyed this little escapade. If he'd had labial muscles, he probably would've been grinning. "How forma...

Haskill didn’t respond right away, instead letting Alex work through her own unpacking of the situation. At best, he looked slightly peeved that his daughter had cut him off for maybe a second, at the most, but the negative emotion didn’t last long. Once she finished, he nodded. “This is indeed poss...

It took a few moments, but the flat-faced Fae soon left his former group and made a bit of a show of ambling closer to Alex and Vernon, turning his head towards them as if he'd just spotted them at the last moment. "Milord, hello," he started, pushing in to put a hand on the Fae's shoulder...

Well, sort of. 1. Work's been crazier than usual, I officially integrated the office's IT team and needed a ton and a half's worth of updates. 2. There's still renovations taking place around the house, but we're nearing the end of it. 3. The both of them combined left me fairly exhausted. Haven't h...

"To me, the end of the Universe is an installation. An art piece of sorts - the final note in a symphony, the last echo before silence - and before all that makes angels and demons what we are runs its course. If you go by what Science dictates, billions upon billions of years from now, only zo...

What's the end of the Universe like?

Replacing his overcoat, scarf and stovepipe, Vernon led the young dryad back to the front of the mansion and then lightly touched her back. Alex would sense a persistent, if thin cocoon of warmth form around her, carrying faint effluvia of baking pies and roasted chestnuts. It was as if she had a pe...

"None of us would want you to, either," confirmed Vernon. "Least of all, Sophia herself." He let his satisfaction, love and appreciation for Alastriona's approach to the situation linger in the air for a few moments, and then drew in a breath. "Well, the rest is, honestly, p...