The Voiceless Haunt The Silent Pines
The path through Silent Pines is only ever taken by the desperate. Far better to spend a month traversing frozen mountain paths than risk a week on that straight, sandy roadâŚ
Topic
microfiction
A collection of 265 issues
Raw Truth Sears Deep
If only Patrick hadnât quarrelled with his father. Perhaps then he wouldâve minded the rules about windows.
Etched In Ice And Blood
I spat blood and hauled myself up once more. I wouldnât let this thief escape!
Sworn On The Serpent
Winter being the slowest season, itâs also when spirits presiding over nature have the most free time - the cause of many a song or legendâŚ
One Last Promise
All that remained of that long-forgotten god was at the beginning of the year promises still froze and dropped from your lips like a perfect ice teardrop.
I'll Call Them Serendipity
Any minute now the clock would strike midnight, and the geasa would be set for the year. Needed to find Beth a suitable resolution FAST.
The Door To Possibility
The Door was a constant. No matter where you were, or what state you were in, at the moment where the old year turned into the new, everyone encountered the Door.
Distributing The Old Favourite
âSeerâŚâ What a strange voice. What could it possibly be?
A Time To Address What Lingers Unfinished
Ah, the last hour of the year. And Cathie was due a break anyway; might as well let all the lingering resolutions in and address them.
Suspended On Promises And Paved With Resolutions
Itâs a dream, I remind myself, and like every other year this doesnât quite comfort me. After all, it affects the real worldâŚ