1.0Sci Phi Journalhttps://www.sciphijournal.orgrich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="h26QsMRfQv"><a href="https://www.sciphijournal.org/index.php/2016/04/25/failure-to-thrive-by-tom-howard/">Failure to Thrive by Tom Howard</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.sciphijournal.org/index.php/2016/04/25/failure-to-thrive-by-tom-howard/embed/#?secret=h26QsMRfQv" width="600" height="338" title="“Failure to Thrive by Tom Howard” — Sci Phi Journal" data-secret="h26QsMRfQv" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.sciphijournal.org/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> FAILURE TO THRIVE Tom Howard Tyrl heard his brothers die, their screams telling him his own death was close. Without thinking, he ran down the dark corridor, fleeing the guardians in their quest to find and destroy him. He pressed against the narrow walls, familiar with their weak undulations and moist clamminess. He felt as if he’d been trapped in them forever. Resting for a moment at a turn in the corridor, he considered breaking through the thin wall at his back and leaving the endless tunnel. The guards, in their glowing white armor, would detect the breach immediately if