The ramshackle gate creeks open, lisping to the side with a rusty groan. You jump back, heart beating rapidly, sweat running down your spine like a ice cold finger. Soft voices glide through the open gateway, promising grand adventures undertoned with dark desires. Your companion turns to you, “Will you come with me?” He asks, grabbing your hand, allowing his plea to soften his sharp handsome face, “Please?”
How can you say no to him? He saved your life, he wants YOU to go with HIM.
Piercing, pleading blue.
Without making a conscious decision, you squeeze his hand and say,
“Lead the way.”
Tiny Tale by Tiff the Traveler.
Photo Manipulation by Jasmin Junger
“Subject 110, how do you feel today?” Asked the Alchemist.
Tisha slowly got to her feet, flexing and stretching like a cat after a long nap. Looking up at the scholarly looking old man, “Ah, Doc X is once again gracing me with his presence. If you must know, fantastic. But you can’t keep me in here forever and keep shoot me up with all kinds of weird chemicals! You do know Spider-Man is only a comic right? No mutation going on here.” She emphasized by pointing to her wrists.
The old man narrowed his eyes in annoyance, “I’m doing more for you than you could ever possible fathom. One more shot and then on to your first test. Afterward, I’ll let you sleep.” He unlocked her cell and walked in, carrying a large syringe filled with thick silver liquid, moving and swirling on its own. “Give me your right arm.”
Tisha belligerently sat on her cot, arms crossed. The orderly in the corner started cracking his knuckles and walked over to her. The girl grudgingly rolled up her sleeve, glaring at both the orderly and the doctor in equal contempt. The Alchemist plunged it into her arm, causing the girl to wince and then sigh euphorically as the chemical worked its way inside her. Then she fell onto her hands and knees, hacking and coughing, silver tinted saliva dripping and splattering on the cell floor.
“Aaah, my dear, you see? The treatments are working! Please report to the Training Room when you’re done…making a mess.”
Tiny Tale by Tiff the Traveler
Art titled Silver Lining by Emyah
Malya had gotten so lost navigating through Downtown that she didn’t realize her appointment is now in 5 minutes.
She is still 15 minutes away.
She was going to be late for sure late, and she did NOT want to lose this opportunity of a lifetime: being a writer for THE premier newspaper of the City. she was running through downtown, when the wind picked up, blowing up dust and trash, causing her to cough and wave away bits of paper. Then a large pink and black flyer hit her square in the face, she grabbed it and tried to throw it but it stuck to her fingers. The headline on the flyer caught her attention:
“ARE YOU IN NEED OF MORE TIME???
The Land of Lost Minutes is a great place to go if your Personal Time Allotment needs.”
She read the rest of the flyer in disbelief, but possibility started to slice through her doubt. This City was full of strange happenings, why couldn’t this be true as well? She was already too late for her appointment, so what did she have to lose but more time?
She made a decision.
In less than 2 minutes she was at the address listed on the flyer, a corner shop called ‘Timeless Oddities’, taking a deep breath, she pushed through the front door.
–Tiny Tale by Tiff the Traveler
–Art by Even Liu
Lesha had to know. She saw her mother sneaking in a small box, instantly igniting her curiosity.
“Mum, what is that?”
Mum turned white, looking scared “Dear, that box is none of your business, understood? You’ll get no books or dessert for a month if I catch you near it. Promise me you’ll stay away.”
Lesha sighed, “Ok, I promise.”
Lesha was true to her word. For a week. She couldn’t control herself, she HAD to open that box. She waited til Mum went to work and Nurse fell asleep, and she snuck into the back closet, and pulled out the infamous box. It was surprisingly heavy, like it was packed full of bricks. She lugged it to her room, locking the door behind her.
Finally she could find out what is in the box! Her birthday present? All of Mum’s secrets from when she was a little girl? Candy? Candy would be nice, she thought as she spliced through the tape. She pried through the last strip, and flipped open the box.
–Words Tiff the Traveler,
–Art: Out Comes the Night by Ly Lou