
Migration
Butterflies don’t always know where they will go or how they will get there Sometimes the wind is against them Sometimes they have to take shelter
HELPFUL HINT: Dispatches are not arranged in a strict monthly order. If this is how you wish to experience my world, start with the June dispatches (my birth month) and end with the May ones.
Butterflies don’t always know where they will go or how they will get there Sometimes the wind is against them Sometimes they have to take shelter
It was August. Two months had passed since I entered the Realm that would forever be my new home. Back in the small desert town of Cratersville, where I grew up, the weather would be in full furnace mode as was typical for late summer. In the Creators Realm, however,
I’ve mentioned my mom several times so far, but I’ve really never written much about her and what she was really like. Both of my parents were a bit of a mystery to me as I was growing up. I didn’t know a lot about their lives before I was
In the depths of winter, I conjure flowers. It’s a perk of being a Creator. For those of you familiar with my world, you know that I live in a realm of techno-magical construct. You might think, because of this fact, that planetary seasons would be of little consequence to
Turkey Day was fast approaching and the moment I had been dreading since arriving in the Creators Realm was here. For the past few months, I have spent my days cocooned in Professor Zell’s protective care. It was he who encouraged me to remember vividly my past life in Cratersville,
If you know anything of my early years in the Icon Worlds, you would understand why I’m drawn to the Bohemian aesthetic. Both my mom and my sister Poppy were Wanderlores by tradition meaning they lived their lives according to the rituals required of active members of the Tribe*. Despite
Those who have read my Shamrocks and Rainbows dispatch know that my sister Poppy and I utilized a rainbow to get a little lost creature home. The only way we were able to do this was because of the power that rainbows had already been imbued with through time. A
It started with a map. I still remember my sister’s glee as she unrolled an ancient-looking map of Earth in the room above our mom’s tea shop. On the map, emblazoned across a vast swath of ocean were the ominous words—Here Be Dragons. Poppy’s love of dragons had been well
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