microfiction Chaos Denizens Love Kindergartens When Audrey started working as a kindergarten teacher she was surprised how many fey were on the team. But with experience it was clear why beings from a chaos realm would feel at home in the profession!
microfiction Stained And Shamed Henry punched the rag back into the sudsy bucket, sweat dripping into his eyes. That’s the only reason they were watering. It was the salt. That’s all.
microfiction A Perfect Nothing Of A Talent Foresight ALWAYS came with drawbacks. Tiffany’s was overflowing with prophecies, such that she couldn’t tell which ones were important. An only half-useful talent…
microfiction Lily's Storytime Where was she? This wasn’t her room, Lily was certain of it. It looked like hers, but it WASN’T. This had to be a nightmare…
microfiction Etherial Liberation For All This group didn’t strike Bob as unusual. From the look of them he was thinking anarchists, or part of that New Age crowd.
microfiction Not What She Meant Mollie was curled up on her windowsill, reading far past her bedtime by streetlamp. But then the event happened…
microfiction The Final Element There’s no excitement quite like a horde of research scientists whose results defy all known paradigms. But they soon discover that this new element poses a risk to far more than just conventional understanding of physics…
microfiction The Price Of Hope Mack defined a good day’s busking as having earned enough for a hot meal AND the ten-quid buy-in at the local casino. He had a good feeling about this one.
microfiction Mutant Mould Or Whatever It’d been a long day already. I was not ready to walk into my apartment and see THIS clinging to the ceiling.
microfiction The Silence Collector Is there any sound sweeter than silence? I think not. That’s why I collect them. And yet, even after centuries, my collection is missing something…
microfiction Broadcast Lunacy If the broadcast hadn’t been targeted, global losses would’ve been catastrophic. But where is it coming from… and why is it targeting astronomers?
microfiction An Ideal Cradle At first it seemed perfect, a new earth after hundreds of years wandering space. Then they found something oddly familiar…
microfiction A Gate To Nowhere Normally ghoul squads get sent in once caution won’t save you. So why are they telling us to be careful? What did they FIND under that ice?
microfiction Our Mother Welcomes You Honestly? This was only like the fourth creepiest cult Natasha had been in. Er, investigated.
microfiction The Hunger Of The Cathwary Rhombus The inscription could be translated as either ‘fortress’ or ‘prison’. Scholars likewise weren’t sure what the deity it housed had been a god of…
microfiction The Last Train Home My life began to end when I fell asleep on the train home. A mistake I’d made plenty of times before, like who knows how many of my fellow commuters. But this time…
microfiction A Special Guest At Chalky House I always knew old widow Chalker’s family had been rich, but I couldn’t believe the treasures in that house of hers. Well, if she’s too daft to sell them, I reckon she’s too daft to miss a few…
microfiction A Name To Die As Tom always expected his past would catch up to him one day. Sometimes he even hoped it would.
microfiction For Research Purposes This scoop was going to be Oliver’s big break. While mainstream journalists repeated stock fear mongering, he was going to pen a bold first-hand report of experiencing this “astral meth”.
microfiction Another Momentary Lapse, Another Tragedy Pain throbs behind my eyeballs. I hope that means I drunk too much last night, not too little. A hope that dies when I realise my hands are sticky…
microfiction A Temporary Fix It all happened so fast. Getting the call from the boating club. Rushing to hospital. Being told that Callum had passed. And then, slim dangling hope - “There’s an experimental procedure…”
microfiction Hungry Roots Brian was proud of his apple orchard and took good care of his trees. Including the ones he let grow wild around the edges of his property. But sometimes pruning is called for…
microfiction Marked And Taken I wake to my father sobbing and my mother holding my hand tight. I know what this means. I’ve been marked.
microfiction Any Resemblance To Real People Is Terrible Craig loved how people loved his scrappy little campus horror mag. He never wanted to give it up. And what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them…
