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Our dearest Mother Goose simply wanted our readers to know that today she looks rather beautiful – and we agree!

Editorial Self-embetterment is to be taken one step at a time. Progress is seldom rapid, and even then most commonly on the larger scales. It all starts with a promise, a promise to the self, a promise to friends, a promise to the audience. Promise improvement, and support will follow. Yes, even in these pursuits,Continue reading “2nd of February 1898”

Editorial The passage of time truly is a bewildering concept when one wills to give it thought. Not in the way where it might lack sense, rather in the way of the human mind being unequipped to fully comprehend Time’s full quirks and reaches. A month, at times, might feel like a week. A month,Continue reading “19th of January 1898”

Editorial And on the Seventh day, we wept. Art of London Sun-Filled Stories, Chapter ThreePart Iby Cassius Mortemer The Author woke up in his bedroom, a small package on his bedside table. It was morning, and he was alone. What happened last night? He didn’t feel particularly troubled. Or happy. Or particularly alive. The Author rolledContinue reading “12th of January 1898”

Editorial The Urchin and the Nomanby R. J. Frogvarian Day VIINext came shadow, cold, hunger. The boys were roused from their sleep, though they desperately clung to the remnants of unconsciousness. They dared not move an inch. In the urchin’s eyes, thunder subsided, grey clouds sheepishly floating. In the noman’s eyes, a single fear: the coldContinue reading “5th of January 1898”

Editorial The Urchin and the Nomanby R. J. Frogvarian Day IThe urchin stood knees-deep in lacre. He was covered head to toe in soot after his daring intrusion through the chimney. The winds of the unterzee howled around his golden hair. Distant snores of great stone boars. He took a deep breath, one filled with saltContinue reading “29th of December 1897”

THE STARVELING CAT! THE STARVELING CAT! I WILL TRY MY HARDEST ‘TIL IT KILLS ME FLAT! Yes, the Starveling Cat, menace of larders, subject of songs, stalker of places best left to their own devices – and recent resident of my very own larder. As I first found the wretched thing, wrapped in a packageContinue reading “by Rubbery Ginny”

Editorial There was a man long ago. A polymath, an explorer; a man of riches. First, a sailor. He contributed to the monarchy, his family prospered. He searched for a treasure untold. He zailed the Neath in search of power, of Law. West, south, east. North. His riches and fame fell into Obscurity. They stillContinue reading “22nd of December 1897”

Editorial The season of Lacre is upon us! Feel the caustic burn of this white and cold substance. Oh how it flakes, this false snow of our host and jailor. What secrets does it hold? Soon, a figure of red robes will leave trails in this snow, intent on taking but never on giving. TheContinue reading “15th of December 1897”

Editorial I love her. Too much, perhaps. From the days we have played together as children. From the moments we have spent together in the class chairs, in the tree branches, on the doorsteps of our rooms. I loved her through the storms and through the waves and through the falls. I love her andContinue reading “8th of December 1897”