Clark froze, his knuckles turning white as his grip tightened around the steering wheel. ‘What the heck?’ he thought, his gaze fixed on the mailbox of the old home, its soiled contents spilled out on to the rotting porch below it. He turned his attention to the cars in the driveway. Their brilliant red and blue paint jobs shone in the afternoon sun. It appeared as if they both had recently gone through a wash and wax. ‘That’s odd,’ thought Clark. The old, unkempt house stood next to the gleaming vehicles. The gray paint peeled off the siding in some places, and in others there was no siding at all.…

Deep within the forest, a gnome encountered a giant… Gonat glared at the giant. ‘Was he a threat? Could I take him?’ he thought, considering his next move. He was only half of a moon away from his homeland, and he was surrounded by the same trees his people dwelled within. He thought about his family and felt a small knot form in his stomach. ‘They are better off without me,’ he reminded himself. Gronash was confused by the small creature in front of him. The tiny thing should be cowering away; everyone else had. That’s why he hid in the forest. But this creature stood firmly below him, meeting…