microfiction A Guest Through Famished Pass This didn’t make sense. Gravier had ensured the caravan packed more than enough food to get through Famished Pass, so how were they running out?
microfiction Nature Abhors A Hungry Vacuum Tanith leant on her cane and eyeballed the old shed. It looked rather… SMALL to hold whatever malevolent force was causing the village’s suffering, but…
microfiction A Sacred Second Betrothal Icy wind whips against my face, yet the snow doesn’t touch me, flakes drifting coyly close only to flit away, leaving my wedding suit perfectly dry.
microfiction Paying At Forgotten Warmth Jim’s breath fogged on the tavern window. His hollow stomach whined. He’d heard you didn’t pay for the food with MONEY here…
1st person PoV Huntresses Of The Moon For three days now, a pack of snow-white wolves have circled the town. Each day there are more of them, and they are more desperate to get inside…
microfiction Guests Of Winter The air in the meeting hall is… odd. Here we are, about to find out who’ll be gifted to Winter, and there’s no fretting at all.
microfiction A Fountain Of Frozen Secrets Today the statue was expected to melt, so nobody was in the town square. That would be uncouth.
microfiction The Voiceless Haunt The Silent Pines The path through Silent Pines is only ever taken by the desperate. Far better to spend a month traversing frozen mountain paths than risk a week on that straight, sandy road…
microfiction Raw Truth Sears Deep If only Patrick hadn’t quarrelled with his father. Perhaps then he would’ve minded the rules about windows.
microfiction Etched In Ice And Blood I spat blood and hauled myself up once more. I wouldn’t let this thief escape!
microfiction Sworn On The Serpent Winter being the slowest season, it’s also when spirits presiding over nature have the most free time - the cause of many a song or legend…
microfiction A Dualities Duet High above us the cathedral belfry rings in the sixteenth hour of our vigil. We’ve already lost a score of singers, with eight hours left to go…
microfiction One Of Us Needs To Be Individual Every solstice, catching my shadow gets harder. How long do I have before dawn?
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 Born From Stories, Darkness, And Hope Why all the concern? All I had to do was tend the fire.
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 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 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 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 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…
