On Winter Wish Eve, my father always threw a swanky soirée. The vibe was much more the glittering ’20s of the nineteenth century than the ..
Gobble, gobble! It’s Turkey Day! Now, some of you may know this day as Thanksgiving while others of you may think of it as Shop-Till-You-D..
There’s just something special about Thanksgiving. It’s not a religious holiday, but a family oriented one. It’s a time where people trave..
I live in a troubled Realm where deep divisions and unrest currently hold sway.
You might live in a similar place yourself.
This is ..
My dispatches are like a box of chocolates. You won’t know exactly what you’ve bitten off until you start reading: Some dispatches will be..
When I first arrived in the Creators Realm—the place that would forever be my new home—I was told that no matter what I had lost, it would..
Hi, my name is Jellybean Reds, and I create little creatures. When I got this awesome power I made a pledge that I would never stop creati..
Hi, I’m Jellybean Reds, and I create little creatures. I grew up in a quaint little town called Cratersville (think a retro-futuristic ‘50..
There’s a place called the The Character Factory where my Soul Envoys live. The Soul Envoys are dispatched—by Ritual Request—to deliver gr..
You know how it is, sometimes you just can’t be there for someone’s big day. Considering that I’m kind of stuck in the Creators Realm, and..
In Cratersville, where I grew up, we called Halloween “Between the Worlds Night.”
This night of goblins, gremlins and other spectral od..
Let my little Ghost Zings accompany you on your trick-or-treat rounds. They’re flighty and friendly and more than willing to play a prank ..
In the Gypsy Grove, when the days grew short and cold, the Travelers would light the candles for the Winter Lights Festival. This may soun..
From far away, the Earth is blue. Wisps of white swirl across its surface, embracing its seemingly smooth surface like a cocoon. Zooming i..
According to the Eternal Clock, by which they live their lives, the Travelers start the new year at the time of the apple harvest. Not qui..
Before I begin, I should let you know that I don’t have no truck with magic of any kind—at least not if I can help it. I’m not saying that..
Another school year, and it’s time for your annual reality check. You aren’t going to get this from anyone else, so listen up.
It was that time of year when graveyards hold a certain appeal. You would know this time as Halloween. In Cratersville, we celebrated this..
It was a hot summer day when I spied the broken down spaceship in the middle of the desert. Since little creatures are basically clueless ..
Hi, Let me introduce myself. My name is Blueberry Fields—Blue to you, Mr. Fix It to everyone else, unless you piss me off at which point I..
As I grew older, I spent the after-school hours at my father’s theater. This is where I practiced the magic that I had been initiated int..
Everyone needs a place to call home. For most of us, that home is where we are born. Hometowns turn into life-towns ending up as ghost tow..
One day, while living in Cratersville, I was doing some rambling in that great Celestial Warehouse where all of the information of the uni..
Open hands are a common symbol. On Earth, they symbolize protection against the evil eye, a charm of luck, an emblem of happiness. In the ..
When I first found my mother’s secret journals, shortly after returning to the Creators Realm, I flipped through them not really knowing w..