The Winds Of Transformation
Nobody said you SHOULDNâT be outside at midnight on the last day of the year. But they did take pains to warn you about the consequencesâŚ
Topic
microfiction
A collection of 265 issues
Spring Travelling For Seasonal Business
Weâve done this for thousands of years, youâd think by now I could get a VIP pass or somethingâŚ
Slipping Between Threads
As a child Haroldâs âsplit existenceâ didnât bother him. Most of the year his bedtime was before darkness fell anywayâŚ
A Dualities Duet
High above us the cathedral belfry rings in the sixteenth hour of our vigil. Weâve already lost a score of singers, with eight hours left to goâŚ
One Of Us Needs To Be Individual
Every solstice, catching my shadow gets harder. How long do I have before dawn?
Buying A Reason
Iâd known about the Midnight Market since I was a child but never been before. Itâs as eerie as everyone claims. I hope theyâre also right about what you can buy hereâŚ
The Plight Of The Dropped Star-Child
After that solstice marvel, nobody in the village called mundane wispy meteorites a âfalling starâ ever again.
An Impartial Third Liminal Opinion
While newborn care had caused Kyle to slip into hallucinations before, this was a dozy of a lack-of-sleep vision.
Born From Stories, Darkness, And Hope
Why all the concern? All I had to do was tend the fire.
Traded For Tender Amber Song
Itâs that time again - the spirits have visited. What did they take, and what did they leave in its place?