microfiction A Behavioural Programming Oversight The Automatic Robotic Soldiers were hailed as the future of warfare. Inexhaustible, capable of learning, and utterly loyal to the leadership. At least, that was the plan…
microfiction The Stars Came In Screaming It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The stars weren’t due to arrive for thirty years. And they’d never screamed before.
microfiction The Crimson Lattice Gable didn’t realise it was happening at first. He didn’t even know how long it’d been going on.
microfiction Ribbons Through Moonlit Orbit “War means no communication with the enemy, soldier! THAT INCLUDES FAN MAIL!”
microfiction Changeling Gatecrash Keith was forgetting something. He was sure of it. SOMETHING was on the horizon, drawing ever closer, but his calendar offered no clues…
microfiction Don't Mind The Screams, It's Just Haunted Cloe wasn’t daft. Sure, the apartment block was old and basic, but if units were going for that price something had to be up. However, she was broke. So she went to the viewing anyway.
microfiction Welcome To The Void Heart The rift opened, dragging me with it. For the first time I didn’t fight the pull. I knew it was foolish. Everyone said the other side was a nightmarish place. Deadly. Far worse than anything here. But…
microfiction Huldra Hunt He had been a charming courter - until he declared himself her hunter. Foolish mortal.
microfiction The Elf And The Shoe Distribution Sometimes opposite problems look very similar, and what you have in common is knowing what it’s like to be squashed into a mould.
microfiction Mugging Analysis You could learn a lot about a person by going through their pockets. Which wasn’t why Trevor did it, but he fancied himself a connoisseur of the human condition after over a decade in the mugging business.
microfiction When You Wish To Fly It was the sort of thing you were vaguely aware happened, but never expected to happen to YOU. Or your child. Thank goodness she was taking it well, but…
microfiction Witnessing Echoes Of The Departed It wasn’t necromancy. Honest. Ellen preferred to call it ‘a knack’. An ear for the whispers the departed left behind, fragments of presence lingering on their cherished possessions like their fading scent.
microfiction Two Faces Vs Two-Faced Nobody came near when Don was training in his “Alter Form”. He didn’t blame them. The stories of shifters slipping and losing control were frightful. It was called “Cursed Blood” for a reason. Sure, their fear hurt. How could it not? But he didn’t blame them.
microfiction The International Summit Summit As a rule, mountain spirits weren’t big on travel. But in this modern world, with threats and pressures on every side, it was agreed that coming together was important. So here Scafell Pike was, with the rest of the UK delegation.
microfiction Taken In On The Lonely Cold Road She looked the perfect picture of a shrine-tender. I suspected nothing, eager to take shelter against the desolate cold of the isolated road…
microfiction Calling The Melder To Our Side “Sis, you know I’m all for ending conflict and suffering forever, I just… I’m worried that feeding all consciousness on earth to an eldritch entity might not work out.”
microfiction Revenge's Burden “We’re heroes, Brody.” Otis said softly, with a smile eerily like the earnest young man he’d been when they set out. “Heroes don’t murder.”
microfiction The Viewers' Views Bjorn the dwarf is skeptical that the route taken to the top of the mountain makes any difference to your view at the peak. But there must be some reason people take the harder path, so like any good dwarf he sets out to test this.
microfiction Weaving Gratitude Charlotte has always prided herself on being a helpful, accommodating, low-maintenance familiar. But making it so the person you’re supporting rarely has to think about you brings its own problems…
microfiction The Sweet Rotting Scent Of Rebirth It was funny. The flowers hadn’t smelt of much when they were fresh. Now… they’d gone past death, into trying to become something new.
microfiction The Truth-Giver Once, so far away that it could almost be quite close, there was an alchemist told to find Truth. But the truth is a tricky thing to distill, and harder still to swallow…
microfiction Local Peace Dove Speaks Up It was never good when an interview turned into an impromptu counselling session. Especially when you were interviewing someone of a different species and weren’t sure what would be comforting.
microfiction A Precious Gift, A Shattered Trust I was five years and five days of age when a monster knocked on our door, saying he’d come to collect his child. My father pointed to me…
microfiction When An Angel Needs Knuckledusters As an experienced foster parent, Cathy has dealt with all sorts. But having a sick-looking rumpled figure on her doorstep claiming to be someone’s ‘guardian angel’ is a new one…
microfiction Off To Take My Dragon-Flying Test I’m sixteen, and like any other citizen of Aria that means I’m taking the test to get my dragon-flying license. After all, it’s the only way to get around up here…
