Dúl recognized his error the second he entered The Cache. When he learned that Merc was heading to the club, he pictured something Manhattanesque. Something Manhattanesque based on the last time he’d had to foray into that kind of human establishment. When had that been? The 90s? 80s? Whatever. Things were very different here and…
Last night I read at an open mic night for the first time ever. I had no idea what to expect. When we got there–a place that was also new to me–we were met with pleasant surprises. The Unison Art Center in New Paltz, NY has a comfortable, welcoming vibe. The performances were really fun….
On the morning of my first day of human school, I faced the full-length mirror practicing shifting through different forms. I’d gotten better at controlling my shifts during the two years since I’d arrived in the Fringe. In the beginning, when I was in my girl body, they called me Mercy. When I was in…
A Bonus Companion Story to Umbra Do you prefer to listen? Check out the audio version at Dragonlight Press Presents on Spotify/ A changeling and a human walk into a bar… Sounds like the start of a bad joke, but nope it’s just a normal Saturday night in the Po-Town Fringe. The way they kept…
Geordan had always thought of himself as a big picture guy. A man with vision. A man who got things done and kept the wheels moving. He didn’t have time to worry about what the individual cogs and bearings were up to. He just had to trust that they were all functioning and doing what…
Elmira gazed at her reflection in the mirror, turned left, turned right, marveling at the foreign image before her. I am beautiful, she mused in wonder. Over a white silk tunic, tiny platinum links gleamed in the sunlight streaming in through the window. Similar chain covered legs that sparkled like the diamonds encrusted into the…
From doing the exercises in the workbook Envisioning Finer ThingZ by my sis, TT Gore, LCSW, I’ve been listing three things every morning that I’m grateful for. Yesterday, one of those things was my camera. This was a surprise to me because I hadn’t used it in probably two years. I typically just use my…
Coming out of eleventh grade pre-calculus, Nati turned to look down the corridor, searching among the sea of bodies for the one face she knew better than her own. Rhonda, her best friend for the past ten years, was Nati’s opposite in every way. Ebony skin contrasted with Nati’s honey complexion. Rhonda wore goddess braids…
Jesse hung up when Asia’s phone went to voicemail. Maybe she was somewhere loud and didn’t hear the phone. But she’d feel its vibration. She could have been in one of those lectures and couldn’t pick up. She’d probably text back. The second call went unanswered. Keeping his tone casual, he left a message to…
