microfiction When You ASSUME "Did you assume I was gay from the moment you found out it was a guy applying to work at your flower shop?"
microfiction What Is Love? Daisy didn't even notice, that first time. But as the weeks went on the pattern began to eat at her.
microfiction First First Date "We'll have our phones off silent all evening, so just shoot a message if you need picking up early. For ANY reason. Alright?”
microfiction A Wish At Grawley Hill One moonless night Lilian climbs Grawley Hill chasing legends. Does whatever lives in the barrow truly grant wishes?
microfiction The Queen's Voyeur Mirror Word was the queen spent hours making her magic mirror show her the most beautiful women in the kingdom. Motivated by envy and insecurity, of course. What other reason could a woman possibly have for gazing upon gorgeous maidens in her free time?
microfiction The Next Anaiide Perry was nearly nine when they got up from the children's mat and took a seat - not on any of the wooden benches carved into the hall itself, but on the beaded folding stool. A lull rippled out. Adults scrutinised. Did the child understand what this meant?
microfiction Etched Into Your Soul Even starting the process to adopt a changeling can bring unexpected surprises...
microfiction Death's Ninth Piece 2 (End) Death never cheats. But they have been known to use meta-strategy...
microfiction Death's Ninth Piece 1 A young girl gets to play Death for her life, but all she has is Snakes & Ladders.
microfiction The Striders It was a dangerous thing, living so close to… Them. The Striders. Whatever they touched changed.
microfiction The Forgotten Sun That once-familiar warmth. It was like the touch of an old friend. He drank it in. Well worth climbing 247 steps.
microfiction The Truthful Curse Of Agnus Greene Everyone agreed that it was a curse, though few came out and said it was a *bad thing*. But ever since Agnus Greene had cursed the town, anyone born in Withshim couldn’t lie. Well. You got three.
microfiction Princess Ferret In Taffeta There’s no weary sigh quite like a child’s weary sigh. Wholehearted and unburdened by proportional perspective. “That’s not what a ferret princess would sound like, Mummy!”
microfiction I Sold My Voice And I Must Weep Oh how I lament the foolishness of youth! Love led me astray and now I am but seafoam and bitter regret.
microfiction Chasing The Compass Song “When the storm comes, my compass always points to the old lighthouse. The abandoned one out on the island."
microfiction Moonlight Moonshine It was incredibly difficult to tell if a fey was messing with you. Davis scratched his head and surveyed the line of casks they’d arranged on the hilltop.
microfiction Bad Smudge! Bad Present! Pets mean well, but somehow always seem to have the worst timing.
microfiction That Constant Creak As a child that floorboard was my nemesis. I never managed to avoid it. My secret dream was the floor needing to be replaced. Now I'm so, so glad that didn't happen.
microfiction Breaking Confidentiality “I don’t know what it is. If it’s a literal monster, or someone in the house, or… But her parents know about it."
