microfiction The "Free Hugs" Pipe The sign was dingy. Scribbled on cardboard, jammed onto some long-abandoned nail, reading “FREE HUGS!” with an arrow pointing to the big drainage pipe.
microfiction Gifted To The Forest “Sophie, dear, what’s wrong?” Forest Mother asked, her beady eyes squinting as dozens of mandibles shifted and clicked into a shape resembling a reassuring smile.
microfiction The Hand Of A Punchbowl Angel It was one of those nights where Monty wasn’t sure whether he’d run away from home. It wasn’t like he’d decided to never go back, he just… he didn’t want to be in that house right now. For the third night running.
microfiction Kittens At Rainbow Dive Joel had been running a queer bar for half a century, and he knew trouble when it swaggered in the door. Dumbass kids.
microfiction The Witch Phoenix The tang of ash and regret chokes the air. I angle my wings and soar down, down… not towards the charred skeleton of a hut or the corpses within, but to the other end of the pitiful trail; the cowering figure huddled deep in the woods.
microfiction In The Jaws Of Hate, For Love Dawn touches the horizon as we gather. We’re all dressed for a riot - masks, helmets, warding amulets - yet the silence echoes. It will remain until the guard arrives to stamp it out.
microfiction A Time Capsule Of Dreams Clearing out the parents' attic leads to rediscovering old stolen treasure - and accompanying pain.
microfiction The Heady Scent Of Clarity A demure sign promising magic. An impulsive diversion from her journey home. Now Sam has to decide what she truly wants.
microfiction The High Harbour Inn The High Harbour inn sat at the centre of what had once been Tempest Valley. The legendary thousand-year storm quietly quelled by the couple who’d made this place their home.
short story Justice For The Spyder Darkness fills the cave, but I no longer have eyes and am unbothered by lack of light. This mask, this wicked porcelain prison, forces me to see the nightmare surrounding me.
microfiction My Wife's Secret Room For five years I have grappled with temptation. Morning and night that door taunts me. Why must I never look inside? Why won’t she at least EXPLAIN?
microfiction When You ASSUME "Did you assume I was gay from the moment you found out it was a guy applying to work at your flower shop?"
microfiction What Is Love? Daisy didn't even notice, that first time. But as the weeks went on the pattern began to eat at her.
microfiction First First Date "We'll have our phones off silent all evening, so just shoot a message if you need picking up early. For ANY reason. Alright?”
microfiction A Wish At Grawley Hill One moonless night Lilian climbs Grawley Hill chasing legends. Does whatever lives in the barrow truly grant wishes?
microfiction The Queen's Voyeur Mirror Word was the queen spent hours making her magic mirror show her the most beautiful women in the kingdom. Motivated by envy and insecurity, of course. What other reason could a woman possibly have for gazing upon gorgeous maidens in her free time?
microfiction The Next Anaiide Perry was nearly nine when they got up from the children's mat and took a seat - not on any of the wooden benches carved into the hall itself, but on the beaded folding stool. A lull rippled out. Adults scrutinised. Did the child understand what this meant?
microfiction Etched Into Your Soul Even starting the process to adopt a changeling can bring unexpected surprises...
microfiction Death's Ninth Piece 2 (End) Death never cheats. But they have been known to use meta-strategy...
microfiction Death's Ninth Piece 1 A young girl gets to play Death for her life, but all she has is Snakes & Ladders.
microfiction The Striders It was a dangerous thing, living so close to… Them. The Striders. Whatever they touched changed.
microfiction The Forgotten Sun That once-familiar warmth. It was like the touch of an old friend. He drank it in. Well worth climbing 247 steps.
microfiction The Truthful Curse Of Agnus Greene Everyone agreed that it was a curse, though few came out and said it was a *bad thing*. But ever since Agnus Greene had cursed the town, anyone born in Withshim couldn’t lie. Well. You got three.
microfiction Princess Ferret In Taffeta There’s no weary sigh quite like a child’s weary sigh. Wholehearted and unburdened by proportional perspective. “That’s not what a ferret princess would sound like, Mummy!”
microfiction I Sold My Voice And I Must Weep Oh how I lament the foolishness of youth! Love led me astray and now I am but seafoam and bitter regret.
