microfiction The Hiss Of Death Of the twenty-eight soldiers who’d been sent on a charge through the Lightning Caves, Theo was the only one still alive. With all the protective equipment having failed, can he figure out a way to escape?
microfiction Statue Limitations While Margaret’s parents said she could go to Mark’s birthday party, turns out they didn’t give instructions to the home AI - and now they aren’t answering her desperate calls. What’s a teen to do?
microfiction Emergency Contact For The Other Side The worst part about being a medium was that, once you’d truly pierced the Veil and become a psychic conduit, there was no way to keep office hours. Beatrice hadn’t been blessed with an un-interrupted evening in nearly a decade. But tonight’s contact is urgent…
microfiction When The Sky Falls Again For as long as anyone except Mr Grady could remember, the sirens on the old bunker only went off once a year, when Mr Grady ran the annual test. Silly old man. The sky hadn’t fallen in decades. Many people were loudly sceptical it had ever fallen at all…
microfiction Old Enough To Choose “I wish… well, I always wish she was still with us. But if we HAD to lose her… I wish we’d managed to do this sooner. It… it would’ve meant the world to her, being here with you. Here FOR you, for this.”
microfiction A True And Lifelong Love While Muriel knew she was lucky to have friendly classmates, being the only non-human at her school was still tough. But it was all worth it to be by the sea.
microfiction Detective Grant And The Case Of The Smashed Wedding Cake When the wedding reception is sabotaged 12-year-old Grant leaps at the chance to be a detective. But untangling what happened and when turns out to be quite a task…
microfiction Thinking Of You The arch-fiend is slain! Which means the world is saved… and that one of the heroes is doomed to fade away. In the wake of this grief, what is left?
microfiction The Sky Cried For Him Being a big sister carries challenges and responsibilities, especially in a village where twins are always born with magic…
microfiction The Marvellous Failed Hangover Cure Alchemists creating dangerously potent home-brew and wild cocktails was a cliche, but one many young alchemists were happy to perform. Vicky was in the cohort who rarely woke sober on Saturday morning, and had using this as grounds for testing hangover cures.
microfiction Hellfire Cremation Services Lay your loved one to rest with our ecologically friendly, affordable service! Guaranteed to remove 100% of soul residue. Postage included!
microfiction A Perfect Mess Of A Party Two years ago, Rebecca would’ve been a nervous wreck right now. But that was before adopting a changeling.
microfiction The Price Of Hubris Is Paid In Tears Every child who lived near the Smoking Rocks knew that you should NEVER tease a salamander. So naturally doing so was a regular dare. Usually not much comes of this mischief - if you’re lucky…
microfiction Forced Diplomacy Practice Training to be a diplomat can be useful when you get trapped in a conversation with the local boor…
microfiction Blood At The End Of The Rainbow Leprechaun gold is in high demand for cosmetics, so Sean was used to following rainbows on his rounds. But what he finds at the base of this one will haunt his nightmares…
microfiction The Woodworker And The Dragon At first Kate assumed the dragon eating from her coal scuttle was a baby. After all, she’d never heard of dragons small as her forearm.
microfiction The Rewards Of Interdisciplinary Cursology Malcom Baker was considered an oddity for being interested in where curses came from rather than ‘practical’ aspects of Cursology. But knowledge is power, especially in magic…
microfiction Cursed For Scrumping When the local witch seemingly vanishes, Jim sees a chance to try and dispel the curse she laid on him years ago - but Ms Smyth has not left, and always meant what she said…
microfiction Getting The Tea On The Lord Of Dark Destruction Sofia was determined to get her superiors to take her seriously, and if that meant summoning a demon to get the gossip column scoop she needed, so be it!
microfiction Urban Fey Fey were an unusual sight in cities, but Amanda managed not to attract a second glance as she sauntered down the street.
microfiction C_T_O_IC Writing On The Wall This part of town was covered in graffiti, so Mark wasn’t sure when the game of hangman appeared. It must be some communal art piece. He was happy to join in…
microfiction Carrying Home It was definitely a mirror, not a picture; if you took it off the wall and tilted it, the reflection moved just as it should. But what it reflected had nothing to do with its surroundings.
microfiction Responsibility For A Wish If Annie’s grandparents had known she would wish for her “best friend” to come to life, they would’ve picked a smaller, lighter doll to gift her. Now that Annie was seven, Belle was half her size.
microfiction Winged But Flightless "God's a right jokester, eh? Imagine if She'd made birds and not taught them to fly. But us and the Weave..."
microfiction The Spill And The Scarflette Mildred had noticed the red scarflette wrapped around the old woman’s left wrist; when you worked a cafe you got to know people by traits rather than names. But she hadn’t taken particular heed. The scarflette was just… there. Unremarkably remarkable. Until the spill happened.
