Once Cherry finally gave in to its constantly whispered requests and wore the black ring to cheerleading practice, things escalated quickly.
Cherry
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
Persephone
Persephone, enduring her least favorite part of the year…
Saffron
What Saffron missed most about smoking was having a reason to compel her to take smoke breaks. So she started feeding the birds…
Eunomia
Eunomia, in search of greener pastures…
Sybil
Not quite alone in the woods, Sybil had an exceptionally clear vision of a very murky immediate future.
Flynne
Flynne, assuring a potential customer that she would not have traveled nearly so far if she was just another purveyor of crystals that don't actually work…
Rosalia
Rosalia had never been a daydreamer. Nor had her dreams at night meant much to her or stuck with her through the days. She was fine with this, blessed with an innate talent to find fulfillment in the pragmatic. What life threw her way, she enjoyed tackling, even when it felt like life was throwing an abundance of pipe wrenches at her ankles…
Farrah
Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…
Pherusa
Pherusa doesn't yet own her own guitar, but finds that wherever she goes, she somehow always ends up with one anyway…
Tawai
Tawai, arriving at a dinner party only to discover that not all of the guests appear to be strictly human…
Ariadne
Ariadne, navigating the labyrinth…