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Maxwell Meier 8/5/26 Maxwell Meier 8/5/26

Carkeek Park: The Psychic

The captain called her to the parking lot of Carkeek Park Beach around noon. An open field, cradled by a crescent of evergreens, had people sprinkled throughout. The grass quivered in the summer breeze as the sun bore down on everyone bobbing through the barricades and the towering trees.

“Missing child,” Captain Long stated.

Parker Dean 8/4/26 Parker Dean 8/4/26

Genesee Park: Wasp Nest

Buzzing around an unattended bottle of soda, Wasp #134—a.k.a Zippy—plotted for the domination of one such place known by the Humans as “S Bradford St Trl.” Though Zippy was not well versed in the ways of the Humans, he assumed these strange words to have a hidden message.

Zach Youngs 8/4/26 Zach Youngs 8/4/26

Volunteer Park: “Oh, it’s you.”

Colin always does this. He always arrives too early and even though he's on the outskirts of Volunteer Park, staring up at the monolith that is the old water tower, he's got over a half an hour until he's meant to meet Julian.

Calista Robbins 8/3/26 Calista Robbins 8/3/26

Discovery Park: Sisyphus

The ceiling leaked. Drops, thick and rhythmic, plummeting into the metal pail he had set beneath it. Outside, the waves pulsed and raged against the sandy spit like the heaving breaths of an ailing god.

Here, at the cusp of Neptune’s domain, Alfred kept watch, kept time.

Gray Harrison 8/2/26 Gray Harrison 8/2/26

Woodland Park: Sunrise

In the green space adjacent to the playground, someone was walking a lab whose tail was set to autowag. I crossed through the playground and entered the deserted parking lot of the Woodland Park Zoo, big pine boughs above me. Past the parking lot was a narrow dirt trail that skirted the northern perimeter of the zoo down to I-99 and then turned up the eastern perimeter before crossing a cement bridge. This bridge always felt like the entrance into Narnia, with two lampposts glowing at the far end.

Gray Harrison 10/20/25 Gray Harrison 10/20/25

Under the Covers

You wake up in hazy, hot darkness beneath your comforter. There is a sound coming from somewhere in your room. It is the sound of a foot, shifting positions. It is soft, but heavy, as if someone tall is trying not to make any noise. You go through your list. Your roommate. But he is gone until Tuesday, and it’s Sunday. And why would he come into your room unless it was an emergency. Your girlfriend, but you saw her last night at her place and then left. Sometimes she comes here to shower after the gym, which could be it. Very quietly, you turn your wrist towards your face. It glows green, illuminating the time: 3:32 a.m. So yeah. Your girlfriend would not be coming from the gym at this time.

Maxwell Meier 10/17/25 Maxwell Meier 10/17/25

The Baroness

The rain fell hard as the moon hung in the obsidian sky like a chandelier. Bramble Manor stood resolute over the dark village of Black Brier. The village, founded on partial truths and gossip, sat at the edge of the cloaked woods surrounding it like a crescent. The only way to leave was down an unkept dirt road through an opening in the black woods.

Parker Dean 10/17/25 Parker Dean 10/17/25

The Rotten Luck of Melinoë

It was just plain rotten luck, or perhaps some cruel twist of fate, that Melinoë, the goddess of nightmares, had plenty of nightmares of her own.

Nightmares of smooth scales and winding bodies pulled flush against her own. Serpents, snakes. They curled around her shoulders, tangled in her hair, corkscrewed around her wrists and ankles. They pulled taut, slithered, and writhed, covered her mouth, her eyes, her ears. And she woke up gasping.