Starla used to have a black thumb. Then she found the black ring.
High-Speed Making-Of
Starla
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
Krystal
Krystal had spent countless hours in the woods around the cabin, silently stalking any prey she could track, gradually maturing into a fearsome apex predator undaunted by any kind of weather. It was what she'd always done when her mother would bring her up to the mountains and then disappear into the wilderness to perform her “rituals,” but this time felt different…
Persephone
Persephone, enduring her least favorite part of the year…
Viviana
Viviana, reminiscing about the infinite sadness…
Katharina
Katharina, taking sweet, sweet revenge…
Karina
Karina returned to campus just as the mushrooms were kicking in…
Xerew
Like any artist in her gallery's stable who desired to remain as such, Xerew was required to attend all opening night celebrations during which at least one of her works hung on the walls. But instead of schmoozing & selling herself or her paintings (as the gallery would obviously prefer she do), she tended to find herself more interested in determining who amongst the crowd was actually human (and if so, just how human).
Ariadne
Ariadne, navigating the labyrinth…
Renata
Renata, trying to stay dry after the show, beginning to wonder what's taking her driver so long…
Nona
Nona, waiting for a bullet train to 198X…
Quinne
Quinne walked alone in the wilderness, initially in an attempt to forget her troubles—troubles acquired during her previous attempt to not be alone. But the further she wandered, the more she felt she was moving toward something unknown rather than away from anything she knew…