ShinyQuest, by Julia Watson. Episode 2

Rough hands roused Mags from a restless sleep. It was pitch black all around her and she was nestled deep into something delightfully scratchy-soft. She inhaled to get her bearings, letting her keen nose tell her where she was. It smelled of damp straw and mold here, and cold, ancient stone.

Folley’s Circus, by Lucio Rodriguez. Episode 5

Gaspard balanced the knife on his finger, at the handle just before it met the blade.