microfiction Buying A Reason I’d known about the Midnight Market since I was a child but never been before. It’s as eerie as everyone claims. I hope they’re also right about what you can buy here…
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.
microfiction Born From Stories, Darkness, And Hope Why all the concern? All I had to do was tend the fire.
microfiction Traded For Tender Amber Song It’s that time again - the spirits have visited. What did they take, and what did they leave in its place?
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 The Wandering Door To Somewhere How long had that door been there? While there was nothing odd about the design, it was starkly out of place...
microfiction A Dear Sister's Frosty Advice I was surprised to get a knock at my door, and shocked it was a postie. All the way out here? But it only got stranger…
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…
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 Mask That Reveals I was excited and anxious about taking part in the Midwinter Chorus. What mask would choose me? Would I be able to do it justice?
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.
