microfiction Stringent Parental Drop-In “See you soon!” Maggie trilled into the phone, then sprinted into the kitchen in a panic. “My parents are visiting!!”
microfiction Easy As ABC If I’d known it was Gory’s bag I never woulda opened it, even being desperate to keep him from kicking me out of the gang…
microfiction Give A Hand While it’s normal to try all sorts of rheumatism cures, very few people turn to demonology. But Agnus had a quilt to finish.
microfiction He'll Clean Up Nicely, I'm Sure When Lucy declared that she was giving up on dating, her friends were entirely sympathetic. Her renewed interest in robotics didn’t strike them as odd either… at first.
microfiction Post-Mortem Advocacy “I wouldn’t say I KNOW the deceased, exactly - I only met him after he died…”
microfiction Dandelion Kinda Romance Sometimes love smells like roses and chocolates. But it can also smell like fresh wildflowers and muddy boots.
microfiction Fairy Godmother Daytime Drinking Even running a small pub in a small town, Ian had seen all sorts. But he’d never had anyone storm in sporting full evening wear at lunchtime. And them being four feet tall with glowing butterfly-esk wings was also novel.
microfiction Surrogate Dragon What a pair they were, two very different struggles mostly cancelled out by the other’s presence.
microfiction A Behavioural Programming Oversight The Automatic Robotic Soldiers were hailed as the future of warfare. Inexhaustible, capable of learning, and utterly loyal to the leadership. At least, that was the plan…
microfiction The Stars Came In Screaming It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The stars weren’t due to arrive for thirty years. And they’d never screamed before.
microfiction The Crimson Lattice Gable didn’t realise it was happening at first. He didn’t even know how long it’d been going on.
microfiction Ribbons Through Moonlit Orbit “War means no communication with the enemy, soldier! THAT INCLUDES FAN MAIL!”
microfiction Changeling Gatecrash Keith was forgetting something. He was sure of it. SOMETHING was on the horizon, drawing ever closer, but his calendar offered no clues…
microfiction Don't Mind The Screams, It's Just Haunted Cloe wasn’t daft. Sure, the apartment block was old and basic, but if units were going for that price something had to be up. However, she was broke. So she went to the viewing anyway.
microfiction Welcome To The Void Heart The rift opened, dragging me with it. For the first time I didn’t fight the pull. I knew it was foolish. Everyone said the other side was a nightmarish place. Deadly. Far worse than anything here. But…
microfiction Huldra Hunt He had been a charming courter - until he declared himself her hunter. Foolish mortal.
microfiction The Elf And The Shoe Distribution Sometimes opposite problems look very similar, and what you have in common is knowing what it’s like to be squashed into a mould.
microfiction Mugging Analysis You could learn a lot about a person by going through their pockets. Which wasn’t why Trevor did it, but he fancied himself a connoisseur of the human condition after over a decade in the mugging business.
microfiction When You Wish To Fly It was the sort of thing you were vaguely aware happened, but never expected to happen to YOU. Or your child. Thank goodness she was taking it well, but…
microfiction Witnessing Echoes Of The Departed It wasn’t necromancy. Honest. Ellen preferred to call it ‘a knack’. An ear for the whispers the departed left behind, fragments of presence lingering on their cherished possessions like their fading scent.
microfiction Two Faces Vs Two-Faced Nobody came near when Don was training in his “Alter Form”. He didn’t blame them. The stories of shifters slipping and losing control were frightful. It was called “Cursed Blood” for a reason. Sure, their fear hurt. How could it not? But he didn’t blame them.
microfiction The International Summit Summit As a rule, mountain spirits weren’t big on travel. But in this modern world, with threats and pressures on every side, it was agreed that coming together was important. So here Scafell Pike was, with the rest of the UK delegation.
microfiction Taken In On The Lonely Cold Road She looked the perfect picture of a shrine-tender. I suspected nothing, eager to take shelter against the desolate cold of the isolated road…
microfiction Calling The Melder To Our Side “Sis, you know I’m all for ending conflict and suffering forever, I just… I’m worried that feeding all consciousness on earth to an eldritch entity might not work out.”
