Unfold stories through letters, diary entries, emails, or other documents, providing an intimate and unique perspective. Piece together narratives from the characters' own writings.
By Jamie F. Bell
“That one cannot be archived,” Samuel said, his voice a dry rasp of disused vocal cords. He pointed a trembling, clay-stained finger at the sculpture in the corner. It was a chaotic assemblage of rust-red Martian rock and salvaged plating from the colony’s first atmospheric processor, twisted into the shape of a human figure shielding its eyes. “Its material composition exceeds nostalgia parameters.”
By Leaf Richards
The river, swollen with recent melt, dragged its grey-green body through the forest's throat. Overhead, the nascent canopy, a tender, almost violent green, shivered with a wind that carried the metallic tang of damp earth and something else, something less definable – a slow, unsettling hum beneath the usual spring din. Each new leaf felt too eager, too perfectly formed, a little plastic in its sheen. The air itself seemed to vibrate with an unseen pressure.
