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 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 The Shop Which Didn't Exist There was a shop in the royal city which didn’t exist. Ask anyone.
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 Netherworld Botany Conference Newbie At least baffling ominous prophecies encouraged investment in research.
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 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 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 Few Problems Are Bears "The trick is to see people as they are. Not how they project themselves, or how you see them."
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.
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 The High Harbour Inn The High Harbour inn sat at the centre of what had once been Tempest Valley. The legendary thousand-year storm quietly quelled by the couple who’d made this place their home.
short story Justice For The Spyder Darkness fills the cave, but I no longer have eyes and am unbothered by lack of light. This mask, this wicked porcelain prison, forces me to see the nightmare surrounding me.
microfiction My Wife's Secret Room For five years I have grappled with temptation. Morning and night that door taunts me. Why must I never look inside? Why won’t she at least EXPLAIN?
microfiction A Wish At Grawley Hill One moonless night Lilian climbs Grawley Hill chasing legends. Does whatever lives in the barrow truly grant wishes?
microfiction The Queen's Voyeur Mirror Word was the queen spent hours making her magic mirror show her the most beautiful women in the kingdom. Motivated by envy and insecurity, of course. What other reason could a woman possibly have for gazing upon gorgeous maidens in her free time?
microfiction The Next Anaiide Perry was nearly nine when they got up from the children's mat and took a seat - not on any of the wooden benches carved into the hall itself, but on the beaded folding stool. A lull rippled out. Adults scrutinised. Did the child understand what this meant?
microfiction I Sold My Voice And I Must Weep Oh how I lament the foolishness of youth! Love led me astray and now I am but seafoam and bitter regret.
