microfiction The Winds Of Transformation Nobody said you SHOULDN’T be outside at midnight on the last day of the year. But they did take pains to warn you about the consequences…
microfiction Slipping Between Threads As a child Harold’s ‘split existence’ didn’t bother him. Most of the year his bedtime was before darkness fell anyway…
microfiction The Plight Of The Dropped Star-Child After that solstice marvel, nobody in the village called mundane wispy meteorites a “falling star” ever again.
microfiction An Impartial Third Liminal Opinion While newborn care had caused Kyle to slip into hallucinations before, this was a dozy of a lack-of-sleep vision.
short story A Foxy Christmas This Christmas, Amanda’s buried past returns. Will she go to earth, or face it?
microfiction The Defiant Ghost Of Jackie Frost They thought they’d killed her. But it’s remarkable what one can achieve through magic, determination, and stone-cold spite.
microfiction Wistless Barry hadn’t gotten anything (other than cereal) out of his cereal box since he was a child, and certainly never an explosion of sparkles bearing an invitation…
microfiction An Errant Child And Woodland Gossip Everyone respected how Noel’s family were clinging to hope that their child might be found, but the rest of the village had mentally buried him. Until...
microfiction Granny's Mystery Recipe Kevin wished he’d gotten to cook with granny, like everyone else. At least her recipes lived on.
microfiction A Widow's Allotted Warmth Beth told herself she was imagining the sideways glances. Mourning in isolation was clearly doing funny things to her head.
microfiction Blessed Bread Bane Managing fey-human relations involves all sorts of jobs, but this is a uniquely CRUMBy situation to unpick…
microfiction The Feast Of Secrets If there’s one thing the harvest goddess loved more than feasting and merriment, it was delicious juicy gossip.
microfiction A Hungry Midnight Knock Tending the inn’s batchless pottage was Laura’s favourite part of the overnight shift. Admittedly there wasn’t much else positive about being available to help patrons. At least she was rarely bothered…
3rd person PoV Invited After All Just as the family finished setting the table and sat down for the Solstice Feast, there was a knock at the door. A traveller.
microfiction Honeyed Memory Wrapped In Waxen Forgetting “The bees know their way home, grandma. It’s not like they’d forget.”
microfiction A Fire Shared Is A Fire Grown Hannah had never thought much about Hearth Week. And she was now too old to believe in monsters…
microfiction The Hearth Eternal The longest night. The oldest fire. Two strangers, bound by destiny. “If you were called, welcome. If not… turn back now.”
microfiction The Errant Lonely Bell It was a tradition old as copper, though these days most of the bells were made of bronze or silver. All through the warm months they sang. But tomorrow’s the first day of winter, the silent season…
microfiction The Ghosts Of Holidays Long Past Perhaps it was the spiced wine, or the memories of holidays past, but August found himself reflecting on the puzzle of mortality.
microfiction A Glimpse Into The Winter Habits Of Forest Dragons Here we see a juvenile forest dragon, resting in the yearling burrow she shares with her litter-mates…
microfiction It’s Called A Guilt COMPLEX For A Reason Graham suspected there were dozens of movies with premises very similar to this experiment, and was starting to wonder if he should have watched some of them…
microfiction Pushing The Boundaries It was a comfortably dull day in the grants administration department - until Professor Williams stormed in.
