In Media
Published Apr, 2020
A hill rises at the edge of a small village, its vigil unending. Upon its crest sits a cottage, its wooden walls cracked and curled and its thatched roof crumbled with age. A young boy, just grown into his hand-me-down trousers, stood before the door. His hand was raised in front of him, preparing to knock, but he found himself hesitating.
Publish date Feb, 1, 2025
Gaslamp Pump Vol. 1
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Deep in a forest rarely explored by man, a stag skull rested on the ground. Its antlers were still extravagant and adorned in lichen and moss; its color faded from white to cream as the days took their toll. Its silent vigil was unending as years passed with only the wind and the creatures of the forest for company. It watched trees grow old and wither and creatures breed and die. No matter the lives it saw pass by, none stayed to make their home in the hollow of its brow. Eventually, time covered the skull in leaves and moss, until no one remembered that it lay there in wait… .