microfiction Viciously Violent Verbosity As alliteration assembles arcane arcs, the entire market trembles. The glottal hags are fighting AGAIN.
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 Settled In It was funny how quickly you got used to people calling you by the name you used inside.
microfiction Prom Monarchs He was the prom king, she was the prom queen... and through conspiracy a third crown was readied.
microfiction Hatch Or Suffocate The air is growing stale and close. I press my hands against the cool, smooth, gently curving surface surrounding me. Searching.
microfiction Footsteps Out Of Place Once you made that fifth turn and could see the exit it would all go back to normal.
microfiction Like Finally Finding Shoes That Fit 2 Joy bubbled in Sam's throat and rattled against her diaphragm as she eased the shirt on - making sure nothing touched the sigils on her arm.
microfiction Like Finally Finding Shoes That Fit 'Come on, Sam. You can do this.' Her heart pounded as she stared down at the illusion patches. Funny. The sigils painted on waxed paper looked kinda like temporary tattoos.
microfiction Few Problems Are Bears "The trick is to see people as they are. Not how they project themselves, or how you see them."
urban fantasy Buying Shares In Our Future "Dear friend, you have me all wrong! I’m not selling paltry investments! No, I’m selling shares in FUTURES!”
microfiction An Ounce Of Doubt And Reciprocity Sam set the money down. A crooked smile curving her lips. “I *knew* you were under-charging me last time. First hit is cheap, eh?”
microfiction Truly Welcome In The Empty Nest Mattie hugged their best friend tight and forced a smile. Settling into a new home was never easy, but...
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 The Heartbeat Of The Club I stomp until the memories of this hard week beg for mercy beneath my feet. I sway until the clinging sadness gives up and falls away. I punch the air until my frustration is splattered across the ceiling like invisible neon paint.
microfiction A Perfectly Normal Approach It’s nothing. I mean, it’s perfectly normal to mess around and experiment with your avatars, right? Especially when you always end up having a dozen characters in each game you play. That’s just… everyone does that. It’s NORMAL.
microfiction The "Free Hugs" Pipe The sign was dingy. Scribbled on cardboard, jammed onto some long-abandoned nail, reading “FREE HUGS!” with an arrow pointing to the big drainage pipe.
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 Hand Of A Punchbowl Angel It was one of those nights where Monty wasn’t sure whether he’d run away from home. It wasn’t like he’d decided to never go back, he just… he didn’t want to be in that house right now. For the third night running.
microfiction Kittens At Rainbow Dive Joel had been running a queer bar for half a century, and he knew trouble when it swaggered in the door. Dumbass kids.
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 In The Jaws Of Hate, For Love Dawn touches the horizon as we gather. We’re all dressed for a riot - masks, helmets, warding amulets - yet the silence echoes. It will remain until the guard arrives to stamp it out.
microfiction A Time Capsule Of Dreams Clearing out the parents' attic leads to rediscovering old stolen treasure - and accompanying pain.
microfiction The Heady Scent Of Clarity A demure sign promising magic. An impulsive diversion from her journey home. Now Sam has to decide what she truly wants.
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.
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?
