microfiction Getting The Tea On The Lord Of Dark Destruction Sofia was determined to get her superiors to take her seriously, and if that meant summoning a demon to get the gossip column scoop she needed, so be it!
microfiction Urban Fey Fey were an unusual sight in cities, but Amanda managed not to attract a second glance as she sauntered down the street.
microfiction C_T_O_IC Writing On The Wall This part of town was covered in graffiti, so Mark wasn’t sure when the game of hangman appeared. It must be some communal art piece. He was happy to join in…
microfiction Carrying Home It was definitely a mirror, not a picture; if you took it off the wall and tilted it, the reflection moved just as it should. But what it reflected had nothing to do with its surroundings.
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 Responsibility For A Wish If Annie’s grandparents had known she would wish for her “best friend” to come to life, they would’ve picked a smaller, lighter doll to gift her. Now that Annie was seven, Belle was half her size.
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 Forever Loved At first you thought I was delusion. Your grief playing tricks on you. I didn’t know enough to tell you otherwise; I was barely five months old when I died.
microfiction The Spill And The Scarflette Mildred had noticed the red scarflette wrapped around the old woman’s left wrist; when you worked a cafe you got to know people by traits rather than names. But she hadn’t taken particular heed. The scarflette was just… there. Unremarkably remarkable. Until the spill happened.
microfiction RIP Debbie Judge Evans wished this case was being handled by someone with proper knowledge of werewolves. Or pet chickens.
microfiction Check The Basement I was woken by a tapping sound. For a moment I thought it was the oak tree outside my window. Then I remembered this new house doesn't have trees near it...
microfiction Barking Up The Correct Tree It was Gary's first time collecting materials from a magical tree, and while the tree being able to talk helped it also made him feel awkward.
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 Oaths And Guidelines The elderly goblin sighed. "They keep swearing my humors are all normal, but..."
microfiction Crying For A Signal A landslide leaves two children trapped in a cave they shouldn't have been in, and their com units can't get a signal through the rock...
microfiction The Hotel Listens "Don't worry about the sounds, it’s not… It’s just echoes. Sort of. Same for the voices. It’s nothing, honest. We think the building just gets lonely during the off-season. There’s no actual ghosts."
microfiction A Touching Warning "They tricked me. I've never needed a hug more in my life but it's already too late."
microfiction A Pirate's Dream ARG “Hi, Nat.” Mum’s voice was bright and breezy. “Do you remember hiding treasure in the walls?”
microfiction Mr Flumkins Needs A Pet-Sitter When a request came in for a week in a woodland cottage caring for a “special needs cat” Tom didn’t hesitate. Now, here he was... staring at a rickety fence topped with skulls.
microfiction Sir, This Is A 24/7 This was what she got for slipping off-script. The guy being wild-eyed and covered with lacerations had thrown her. Not the usual kinda weird for overnight shift, even here.
microfiction An Itinerant Mouse On days like these, when the wind whistling past is wet and cold and the air inside the van stinks of petrol and coffee, I wonder if my mother was right. Perhaps I truly am a house mouse at heart.
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 Monster Left Under The Childhood Bed Student accommodations don't allow monsters. Blanket rule.
