The village of Gourdwick Hollow has held its annual Crooked Gourd Contest every October since 1929, although the exact reason remains disputed...

I would happily spend an entire October evening on this little street, provided someone first explained why the flowers seem to be listening. Three narrow shops huddle together beneath Gothic arches and extravagant cornices. Amber windows glow through the gloom, a turquoise canopy marks the middle doorway, and the foliage has claimed every ledge it can reach. The whole miniature has that crooked, theatrical, Tim Burton sort of whimsy: a little eerie, deeply charming, and clearly governed by a...

There are certain games that I enjoy because they give me something to accomplish. There are quests to finish, mysteries to solve, enemies to defeat, cities to manage, or some poor collection of digital citizens who apparently cannot function unless I personally decide where the plumbing goes. Then there is Tiny Glade. Tiny Glade gives you a patch of countryside and politely invites you to make something lovely...