microfiction A Time To Address What Lingers Unfinished Ah, the last hour of the year. And Cathie was due a break anyway; might as well let all the lingering resolutions in and address them.
microfiction Suspended On Promises And Paved With Resolutions It’s a dream, I remind myself, and like every other year this doesn’t quite comfort me. After all, it affects the real world…
microfiction The Winds Of Transformation Nobody said you SHOULDN’T be outside at midnight on the last day of the year. But they did take pains to warn you about the consequences…
microfiction Spring Travelling For Seasonal Business We’ve done this for thousands of years, you’d think by now I could get a VIP pass or something…
microfiction Slipping Between Threads As a child Harold’s ‘split existence’ didn’t bother him. Most of the year his bedtime was before darkness fell anyway…
microfiction A Dualities Duet High above us the cathedral belfry rings in the sixteenth hour of our vigil. We’ve already lost a score of singers, with eight hours left to go…
microfiction One Of Us Needs To Be Individual Every solstice, catching my shadow gets harder. How long do I have before dawn?
microfiction Buying A Reason I’d known about the Midnight Market since I was a child but never been before. It’s as eerie as everyone claims. I hope they’re also right about what you can buy here…
microfiction The Plight Of The Dropped Star-Child After that solstice marvel, nobody in the village called mundane wispy meteorites a “falling star” ever again.
microfiction An Impartial Third Liminal Opinion While newborn care had caused Kyle to slip into hallucinations before, this was a dozy of a lack-of-sleep vision.
microfiction Born From Stories, Darkness, And Hope Why all the concern? All I had to do was tend the fire.
short story A Foxy Christmas This Christmas, Amanda’s buried past returns. Will she go to earth, or face it?
microfiction Traded For Tender Amber Song It’s that time again - the spirits have visited. What did they take, and what did they leave in its place?
microfiction The Defiant Ghost Of Jackie Frost They thought they’d killed her. But it’s remarkable what one can achieve through magic, determination, and stone-cold spite.
microfiction Wistless Barry hadn’t gotten anything (other than cereal) out of his cereal box since he was a child, and certainly never an explosion of sparkles bearing an invitation…
microfiction An Errant Child And Woodland Gossip Everyone respected how Noel’s family were clinging to hope that their child might be found, but the rest of the village had mentally buried him. Until...
microfiction The Wandering Door To Somewhere How long had that door been there? While there was nothing odd about the design, it was starkly out of place...
microfiction A Dear Sister's Frosty Advice I was surprised to get a knock at my door, and shocked it was a postie. All the way out here? But it only got stranger…
microfiction Granny's Mystery Recipe Kevin wished he’d gotten to cook with granny, like everyone else. At least her recipes lived on.
microfiction A Widow's Allotted Warmth Beth told herself she was imagining the sideways glances. Mourning in isolation was clearly doing funny things to her head.
microfiction Blessed Bread Bane Managing fey-human relations involves all sorts of jobs, but this is a uniquely CRUMBy situation to unpick…
microfiction The Feast Of Secrets If there’s one thing the harvest goddess loved more than feasting and merriment, it was delicious juicy gossip.
microfiction A Hungry Midnight Knock Tending the inn’s batchless pottage was Laura’s favourite part of the overnight shift. Admittedly there wasn’t much else positive about being available to help patrons. At least she was rarely bothered…
