microfiction RIP Debbie Judge Evans wished this case was being handled by someone with proper knowledge of werewolves. Or pet chickens.
microfiction Barking Up The Correct Tree It was Gary's first time collecting materials from a magical tree, and while the tree being able to talk helped it also made him feel awkward.
microfiction Netherworld Botany Conference Newbie At least baffling ominous prophecies encouraged investment in research.
microfiction Oaths And Guidelines The elderly goblin sighed. "They keep swearing my humors are all normal, but..."
microfiction Crying For A Signal A landslide leaves two children trapped in a cave they shouldn't have been in, and their com units can't get a signal through the rock...
microfiction The Hotel Listens "Don't worry about the sounds, it’s not… It’s just echoes. Sort of. Same for the voices. It’s nothing, honest. We think the building just gets lonely during the off-season. There’s no actual ghosts."
microfiction A Pirate's Dream ARG “Hi, Nat.” Mum’s voice was bright and breezy. “Do you remember hiding treasure in the walls?”
microfiction Mr Flumkins Needs A Pet-Sitter When a request came in for a week in a woodland cottage caring for a “special needs cat” Tom didn’t hesitate. Now, here he was... staring at a rickety fence topped with skulls.
microfiction Sir, This Is A 24/7 This was what she got for slipping off-script. The guy being wild-eyed and covered with lacerations had thrown her. Not the usual kinda weird for overnight shift, even here.
microfiction The Troll Toll Bridge Hard to believe it was real. People swore it had to be magic. But it had stood strong for generations.
microfiction The Monster Left Under The Childhood Bed Student accommodations don't allow monsters. Blanket rule.
microfiction Viciously Violent Verbosity As alliteration assembles arcane arcs, the entire market trembles. The glottal hags are fighting AGAIN.
microfiction The Second Inheritance Lavinia Brent knew she couldn't truly escape her family history, but she wasn't about to let her brother drag her back in.
microfiction Settled In It was funny how quickly you got used to people calling you by the name you used inside.
microfiction Prom Monarchs He was the prom king, she was the prom queen... and through conspiracy a third crown was readied.
microfiction Footsteps Out Of Place Once you made that fifth turn and could see the exit it would all go back to normal.
microfiction Like Finally Finding Shoes That Fit 2 Joy bubbled in Sam's throat and rattled against her diaphragm as she eased the shirt on - making sure nothing touched the sigils on her arm.
microfiction Like Finally Finding Shoes That Fit 'Come on, Sam. You can do this.' Her heart pounded as she stared down at the illusion patches. Funny. The sigils painted on waxed paper looked kinda like temporary tattoos.
microfiction Few Problems Are Bears "The trick is to see people as they are. Not how they project themselves, or how you see them."
urban fantasy Buying Shares In Our Future "Dear friend, you have me all wrong! I’m not selling paltry investments! No, I’m selling shares in FUTURES!”
microfiction An Ounce Of Doubt And Reciprocity Sam set the money down. A crooked smile curving her lips. “I *knew* you were under-charging me last time. First hit is cheap, eh?”
microfiction Truly Welcome In The Empty Nest Mattie hugged their best friend tight and forced a smile. Settling into a new home was never easy, but...
microfiction Halfway To A Saint Susan folded her arms and scrutinised the kindly, somewhat doddering figure. Not at ALL what she’d expected from descriptions of Anna the Devoted.
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.
