This is a brief introduction to a story i'm writing about a society where prisons don't exist. Instead, criminals have their memories erased and are reintroduced into society with new lives and identi...

Mother heated the soup and poured it carefully into the skin just like she did every Sunday. The Sun was up, so it was time to head to the bakers for a loaf. I took the soup skin and kissed mother goo...

The godling sat atop the mound silhouetted by the setting sun, awaiting the reaction of his stunned companion who was a few paces below him, staring upwards in utter disbelief.