Art by Ian Piexoto - 2024 The Stone came from the heavens. Great Hands From Above placed The Stone, three stones away from their own...

Photo Credit to Mom - 2020 (Thanks, Mom!) I wrote about a dozen short stories over my high school career. Only two of them have been...

Art by Ian Piexoto - 2024 Introduction Why, hello! It's me, The Vagrant. Here's another piece I've managed to dig out of the archive from...

Art by Alexander Elrod - 2024 They say stone poisoned the water. The world was once covered in rock, solid foundations and sturdy ground...

Original Drawings by Ian Piexoto - 2013 I mean, I’ll just straight up admit it: The Seven Tribes is Lego lore. A hundred percent, it was...

Art by Ian Piexoto - 2024 - Prolegue - “SHH!” hissed a voice, “don’t wake him.” Three figures stood in a gloomy forest with fog looming...

While The Vagrant has been active for only three years, his time as a storyteller has stretched for a much longer period of time. In this...

Art by Alexander Elrod - 2023 - I - I understand that this story will be considered unbelievable. I think my reputation as an author of...

Art by Chris Brock - 2023 Eyes watched as the well dressed man entered the establishment and took a seat at the wood-paneled bar. He...

Photo by Mia Piexoto - 2023 The red rust bridge, its frigid, frosted iron. Unnatural within the natural. Metal piercing ice. Industrial...

Photo by Ian Piexoto - 2022 When the cynic would muse of love, he bled blue. A faded, fleeting sapphire. A callous, indigo nightmare....

Photo by Ian Piexoto - 2023 Life is a lemon drop. Besides being a phrase with an amusing sprinkle of alliteration, I have recently come...

Art by Mackenzie von Pingel - 2023 When night fell and the fog drifted in from the sunsetting horizon, the bayside town sank into a...

Art by Chris Brock - 2022 The clock struck midnight. Its bell echoed through the sizable manor and off its wood paneled walls before...

Photo by Ian Piexoto - 2023 Time, I’m breaking up with you. You brittle bones, stretch skin, puncture hearts, crush dreams, and ruin...

Art by Mackenzie von Pingel - 2021 Gripping the stolen bag over my shoulder, I ran through the crowded streets of Lower San Francisco....

Art by Mackenzie von Pingel - 2019 The day had arrived when the line blurs between the living and the dead. The candles remained snuffed,...

Art by Mackenzie von Pingel - 2021 The streets were much slower on Earth. Back on Fulisia, everyone was racing around at high speeds...

Art by Mackenzie von Pingel - 2021 Henry Jenkins stood in line, nerves creeping throughout his entire body. The next moments in his life...

Photo by Ian Piexoto - 2022 Cloaked in mist, I trek towards the endless skyscape. Ripples. My steps create ripples, treading across the...