Cherry floated in a green haze. Her eyes stung and her body screamed for air, but where was the surface? She couldn’t see far in the murky water. It was cloudier on her left side; that must be silt she’d stirred up from the bottom. In the distance on her right, the haze was brighter. She needed to swim that way.          CommentsPart 5: The Homecoming by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by Chris WinkleRelated StoriesPart 4: The Bridge Too FarPart 3: The Voice Beyond the BramblePart 2: The Guardian and the Wights 

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Part 5: The Homecoming

The mud sucked at Cherry’s feet as she slipped through the thicket of willow and alder. Did she lose the wight that had been calling out her name? If so, it wouldn’t stay lost for long. Somehow, the creature had known she’d taken the old trail south. Surely it would hunt her down again.          CommentsPart 4: The Bridge Too Far by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by Chris WinkleRelated StoriesPart 3: The Voice Beyond the BramblePart 2: The Guardian and the WightsPart 1: The Departure 

Part 4: The Bridge Too Far

Cherry walked, alternating between being lost in thought, panicking at her lack of awareness, jumping at every hint of movement, and then calming down enough to get lost in thought again.        Related StoriesPart 2: The Guardian and the WightsPart 1: The DepartureBeyond the Twilight Gate 

Part 3: The Voice Beyond the Bramble

Cherry ran, covering fifty feet, then one hundred, then two hundred, a thick mat of clover cushioning her footfalls. If the wights had found her burrow, they could have spotted her through the trees or heard her push through the brush surrounding the trail. More wights would converge on her from all directions.          CommentsPart 2: The Guardian and the Wights by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by Chris WinkleRelated StoriesPart 1: The DepartureBeyond the Twilight GateDeathslinger 

Part 2: The Guardian and the Wights

Somewhere past Cherry’s ivy-laced window, the wights beckoned. She scanned the thick ferns and pale alder trunks out back, but the hillside held no vibrant colors or alluring shapes. The wind’s rustling didn’t carry bubbling laughter or a hint of melody. If only that meant the wights had left.          CommentsPart 1: The Departure by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by Chris WinkleRelated StoriesBeyond the Twilight GateDeathslingerPrince in the Pin 

Part 1: The Departure

My dearest brother, I know you miss me, but I can’t cure you by telling stories at your bedside. Though you’ve faced the fainting spells and sudden shivers bravely, these symptoms are too stubborn to be soothed with herbal tonics and a strong will.          CommentsBeyond the Twilight Gate by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by MJ CarlsonRelated StoriesDeathslingerPrince in the PinLost & Found 

Beyond the Twilight Gate

Haru Rake paced the length of her porch as snow drifted down, covering the corral in a soft white blanket. Ten minutes since the clock struck nine, and her farmhands still hadn’t shown. That wasn’t like them. No help for it, she’d have to seek them out in town. A town that welcomed Haru Rake like it welcomed a typhoid outbreak.          CommentsDeathslinger by Written by Oren Ashkenazi, narrated by Sarah GouldRelated StoriesBeyond the Twilight GatePrince in the PinLost & Found 

Deathslinger

I wasn’t prepared for a robotic angel to invade my living space. It was almost nine p.m., and I was still working in my dining room, staring blankly at the schematics on my monitor. My table was home to a growing population of macaroni boxes and chip bags that I had every intention of eradicating shortly, just as soon as I dealt with my latest creative emergency.          CommentsThat Time an Angel Tried to Fix Me by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by Julia PittsRelated StoriesAnother Day, Another DiamondThe Death and Life of TuringReal Numbers 

That Time an Angel Tried to Fix Me

Outside Joan’s window, humanity ran amok. The far hillside was covered in hobbyists building a mansion from macaroni. In the valley below, gamers fought epic bubble battles in towering tanks. Winding through it all were hikers on the 100-mile trail of ruffled roses. Her window framed the scene superbly, providing a portrait of society no artist could accomplish. Joan didn't see it. She kept the shades pulled so the best view on Earth wouldn't distract her from the most boring job there was. After all, it was the only job there was.          CommentsAnother Day, Another Diamond by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by Johnathan PreshawRelated StoriesThat Time an Angel Tried to Fix MeHellgate Incident 24The Familiar and the Frost 

Another Day, Another Diamond

Try though she might, Captain Niccasha Fletcher couldn’t regret leaving the war behind. She stood on the bridge of her airship, the Aurora, and gazed out through the main viewport as the vessel steamed north. Golden sunlight filtered through the floating glaciers and ice islands, prisming into rainbows that reached far down into the abyss below. Spectrums of light played across Fletcher’s dark skin, and she sighed. It was clean and peaceful, a welcome relief from the acrid smoke and blazing hulks of war. She frowned. The admiralty had sent her away because she had failed in serving her country. Being grateful for the assignment was cowardice.          CommentsThe Shattered Ascension by Written by Oren Ashkenazi, narrated by S.B. LangleyRelated StoriesDeathslingerHuman FactorDragon’s Hoard 

The Shattered Ascension

Subject: Performance Report Follow-Up. From: Kareena Chaudhari (kchaudhari@hgindustries.com). To: Jeff Klein (jklein@hgindustries.com). Message: Hi Jeff, I just wanted to check in and see if you’ve had the chance to generate that performance report we discussed. My presentation for the CTO is tomorrow, and I’ll need some time to look over the data and create appropriate graphics. I expect this presentation will be mentioned in my upcoming performance review, so I’d appreciate it if you could send me the data ASAP.          CommentsHellgate Incident 24 by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by Michelle Christine HeinerRelated StoriesChaser of ShadowsKelly and the GoblinsThat Time an Angel Tried to Fix Me 

Hellgate Incident 24

Bethany stared at the vacant eyes of her grimy reflection. The windows of her foster home were dark; the shared house key had been taken. While she shivered in her greasy apron and jacket, her classmates were probably piling into their limos. In moments they’d be circling the dance floor, while she was exiled from her own bedroom.          CommentsPrince in the Pin by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by Sarah GouldRelated StoriesLost & FoundRed Riding Hood’s BargainBeyond the Twilight Gate 

Prince in the Pin

Camella the rat familiar perched upon the highest shelf of Witch’s cottage and stared down at the spy. Warlocks and wizards sent spies into the cottage to steal Witch’s powerful charms. But this wasn’t like any spy Camella had ever seen, not like the mechanical gnomes and flame sprites that warlocks and wizards preferred.          CommentsThe Familiar and the Frost by Written by Oren Ashkenazi, narrated by Wes MatlockRelated StoriesHellgate Incident 24Beyond the Twilight GateDeathslinger 

The Familiar and the Frost

Before you, the road forks in two wrong directions. One side bores through a tangle of trees, and the other heads off a cliff into the ocean. Neither fits your destination: a masquerade ball with a gushing fountain of melting chocolate. At this rate, you won’t get there before running out of gas again. You take the third direction - backwards - toward what looks like a station.          CommentsLost & Found by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by MJ CarlsonRelated StoriesPrince in the PinBeyond the Twilight GateDeathslinger 

Lost & Found

We came alive when the clock rang one. Submerged in night, we were safe from the scorching rays of sun and burning beams of lanterns. We emerged from the cracks in the cupboards and swam through the crannies between the floor planks. Famished from our day of fasting, we slid up the table to taste the dying heat of the evening’s tea and gorge on warmth from the oven. Bolstered, we condensed into shadows of the night air. After that we played, but we heard well the chimes on every hour, and once we heard five, we shrank back into our crevices and slept. So it was before the beast came.          CommentsChaser of Shadows by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by MJ CarlsonRelated StoriesHellgate Incident 24Kelly and the GoblinsThat Time an Angel Tried to Fix Me 

Chaser of Shadows

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