Down the tracks

A train travels through the dusk, steam and gears working it over the rails along the forest’s edge between Mannheim and Koblenz, travelers slumbering in the sleeping wagons and on their seats. As the sun sets, the cool, fresh wind from the forest carries growing grass with it, sprouting silently, translucent, from the barren stones…

How I won a bake-off against a troll

content warning: nonconsensual partial consumption of a sentient being (technically not cannibalism), suggestive commentary about an orc lady, and multiple weed references/jokes. Or, how I won a bake-off against a troll.