Tale Translator - Stories, RPGs & Games

Dear 2026,  Discontented, on a worn-out sofa, I sit under bulb-light dim, watching the blue-light portal flicker faintly before my sight. You come - a mind-conjured monster with a toothy cheshire smile, waiting, looming;  Will I know you, Formless - by your heavy steps, or lengthening shadow, looming?” while I am dragged, still screaming, to the lip of something new.  Deluded, I am guided onward to another January stumble,  another year, another prison with a design signed by yours truly. Yet by your end I will be better; I’ll rejoice, hard-won reward in-hand. Bindings I will loosen, though my heart is still encircled by dragons; on self-inflicted pressures I face down imagined dragons—  tell me only of the sacrifice that's due.  I play my hand and wager on success, with no arrogant intent. Hesitation free, I'll cut frayed strands in the hope of something new. Heart-deep, I thank those souls who stay beside me, keeping steps in check, as unfa...

The Departure All size and all things are relative, the antling, Glorty, was told by his uncles as the boy gazed up at the huge blades of grass that stretched upwards towards the blue sky. The grass swept the sky back and forth, hypnotically moving with each breath of the wind. To the antling, this only meant one thing: life wasn't fair. Why should he be forced to live in a world obscured by tasteless grass? He'd been to the top of the blades many times. He knew there was a bright, unrestricted world around their underground home. He couldn't help but want more, but he knew his limitations. While his perception of the world was little more than viewing life through a pixelated phone screen set to the lowest resolution, which to him was no better than a rough grid of blurry dots, he was happy with it as he knew no different. He was able to recognise nearby motion and shapes to allow him to find his way without bumping into much. However, distant details smeared into vagu...