The "Free Hugs" Pipe
The sign was dingy. Scribbled on cardboard, jammed onto some long-abandoned nail, reading âFREE HUGS!â with an arrow pointing to the big drainage pipe.
Leeron Heywood
Gifted To The Forest
âSophie, dear, whatâs wrong?â Forest Mother asked, her beady eyes squinting as dozens of mandibles shifted and clicked into a shape resembling a reassuring smile.
The Hand Of A Punchbowl Angel
It was one of those nights where Monty wasnât sure whether heâd run away from home. It wasnât like heâd decided to never go back, he just⌠he didnât want to be in that house right now. For the third night running.
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.
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.
In The Jaws Of Hate, For Love
Dawn touches the horizon as we gather. Weâre all dressed for a riot - masks, helmets, warding amulets - yet the silence echoes.
It will remain until the guard arrives to stamp it out.
A Time Capsule Of Dreams
Clearing out the parents' attic leads to rediscovering old stolen treasure - and accompanying pain.
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.
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 whoâd made this place their home.
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.