microfiction A Special Guest At Chalky House I always knew old widow Chalker’s family had been rich, but I couldn’t believe the treasures in that house of hers. Well, if she’s too daft to sell them, I reckon she’s too daft to miss a few…
microfiction Another Momentary Lapse, Another Tragedy Pain throbs behind my eyeballs. I hope that means I drunk too much last night, not too little. A hope that dies when I realise my hands are sticky…
microfiction Marked And Taken I wake to my father sobbing and my mother holding my hand tight. I know what this means. I’ve been marked.
microfiction Grasping From The Canal I was just trying to clear my head. Be healthy. Do my therapist proud.
microfiction Dislocated Joy I’m trying really hard to recapture the glee and aimless joy which came so naturally as a child. Back when I felt alive.
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 Surrogate Dragon What a pair they were, two very different struggles mostly cancelled out by the other’s presence.
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 A Precious Gift, A Shattered Trust I was five years and five days of age when a monster knocked on our door, saying he’d come to collect his child. My father pointed to me…
microfiction Off To Take My Dragon-Flying Test I’m sixteen, and like any other citizen of Aria that means I’m taking the test to get my dragon-flying license. After all, it’s the only way to get around up here…
microfiction The Fall Of Vukmaw The Moonlight Empire has fallen! Mighty warrior Vukmaw lies slain on the field - waiting for the ref to call the battle so he can hit the showers.
microfiction Phillip's Debut Role Postponed Cal’s the calm twin. Always had been. So when he whispered “Oh SHIT”, I looked up. Despite struggling with an angry goat and balancing on a bucking raft which had felt plenty big enough when we planned this stunt.
microfiction Freeplay Horror In The Midnight Arcade Determined to make the most of the arcade’s birthday party free play offer, I didn’t realise how late it had gotten until everyone else was long gone…
microfiction To Hug A Cloud As a child I spent hours reaching, trying to touch the fluffy, frolicking clouds. Then I learned that living clouds nested in the mountains...
microfiction Forever Loved At first you thought I was delusion. Your grief playing tricks on you. I didn’t know enough to tell you otherwise; I was barely five months old when I died.
microfiction Check The Basement I was woken by a tapping sound. For a moment I thought it was the oak tree outside my window. Then I remembered this new house doesn't have trees near it...
microfiction Harbingers Of Life And Friendship “Never look a crow in the eyes”, I was told as a child. “They steal away souls. They’ll lay death upon you, then eat your ghost before it reaches the After.”
microfiction An Itinerant Mouse On days like these, when the wind whistling past is wet and cold and the air inside the van stinks of petrol and coffee, I wonder if my mother was right. Perhaps I truly am a house mouse at heart.
microfiction Hatch Or Suffocate The air is growing stale and close. I press my hands against the cool, smooth, gently curving surface surrounding me. Searching.
microfiction The Heartbeat Of The Club I stomp until the memories of this hard week beg for mercy beneath my feet. I sway until the clinging sadness gives up and falls away. I punch the air until my frustration is splattered across the ceiling like invisible neon paint.
microfiction A Perfectly Normal Approach It’s nothing. I mean, it’s perfectly normal to mess around and experiment with your avatars, right? Especially when you always end up having a dozen characters in each game you play. That’s just… everyone does that. It’s NORMAL.
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 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.
