E lucevan le stelle

A razor, impeccably sharp and dressed in green, that stands up for the people.

1,535 words

The opening notes of a big crescendo.

2,047 words

Lengthy procedures, excessive paperwork, and bureaucratic red tape.

2,353 words

Must a fork always be paired with a cake? Must art always adhere to tradition?

2,217 words

They lift chairs, smash furniture, and jump out of walls. And there's nothing you can do to stop them.

1,018 words

Oh, if only you could say the right name, everything would be so much easier.

1,784 words

A showdown for the future of a shining star.

2,217 words

You and I met, and the room was aglow with light.

1,991 words

Of doorways and brushing shoulders.

1,595 words

Glimpses of the heart.

1,783 words

Two pairs of eyes, locked upon the selfsame star.

2,543 words

Salvation shall be proclaimed.

1,592 words

"That golden island is undoubtedly a sanctuary for the arts, a utopia where all arcanists can thrive."

1,519 words

A surge of passion, a genuine heart, and a single tear.

1,107 words

Don't fall into darkness.

1,753 words

"Seeking Silenus in the woods, I asked him."

1,867 words

And now, the most anticipated performance.

1,166 words

Applaud, applaud, applaud!

734 words

... When all tides converge.

1,139 words

For whom does the bell toll?

1,711 words

... Doctor?

1,593 words

Please don't ...

1,311 words

The brother, the sister, and the evil witch.

1,147 words

A circle, and time. No beginning, no end.

1,295 words