Returning - a dispatch from the Institute of Magical Historicity
There was a young girl who lived in a large house near a warm beach. For as long as she could remember, she would walk along the shoreline and collect shells. And for as long as she could remember, she did not grow up, but was forever a young girl.
The Twilight Prince
"Once there was an old man and a young girl who walked from city to city, begging for coins. He would hold his antique cap out and tell stories of old wars in a quivering voice, while she would place one scarf on the ground for coins and hold another in her hands and make it dance and spin around her as though it were alive and swimming through the air. When they had spent three days in each city, they would depart again, however many coins were in their possession, and take the darkest road, whatever direction in went." - Inspired by a prompt by John Marx
A Story About Fear - a dispatch from the Institute of Magical Historicity
A young woman who had moved to the city and learned the art of sculpting from the last legendary survivors of a once boisterous scene now shivered in her garret each night, in fear...
Deprivation - a dispatch from the Institute of Magical Historicity
Once very long ago, the world and all who lived on it were protected by a goddess. Great was her power but infinite was her mercy. And her sacred voice breathed in the ears of every living thing... For more info about the Institute, visit magicalhistoricity.com