microfiction Funny Business Marvin understood why corporate didn’t refuse service to trickster fey. But he did bitterly wish, at least four times a day, that the jokesters hadn’t developed a taste for human television.
microfiction Locked Voices There was great excitement when little Heidi started to vocalise. The first of her family to have magic! Perhaps THIS child would be the one to finally break the curse…
microfiction The Particulars Of Contemporary Bog Witch Fashion Esme prided herself on being an expert in witch fashion, but her latest customer was testing both her skills and her patience.
microfiction The Immortal Book Club Sometimes what you really need is people with commonality. Especially if part of why you struggle to make friends is the hassle of dealing with mortal timeframes…
microfiction Petal Pals Forever I didn’t always hate Emily. But then her magic came in, and being nasty about her was a comfy topic at school. So when I saw her going into an alley I was eager to snap some gossip…
microfiction A Trellis Grown From Ashes Long ago, before the magic returned and the world fell apart, this place would’ve been filled with people. Liam knew that. But he couldn’t imagine it.
microfiction Riddle For The Ages “The Thin Veneer” was a strange name for a pub, and it had collected a suitably strange clientele. But for little Chrissy, who happened to live next door, soothsayers and fortune tellers were perfectly normal.
microfiction She's The Scary One It was supposed to bring peace and order! Well, probably. Nobody involved in the ritual ever stepped forward to explain. Or apologise.
microfiction Absentee Arboreal Father Honestly, I didn’t expect him to show up. But here I am, deep in a woodland park, waiting to meet the man who sired me.
microfiction Chaos Denizens Love Kindergartens When Audrey started working as a kindergarten teacher she was surprised how many fey were on the team. But with experience it was clear why beings from a chaos realm would feel at home in the profession!
microfiction A Perfect Nothing Of A Talent Foresight ALWAYS came with drawbacks. Tiffany’s was overflowing with prophecies, such that she couldn’t tell which ones were important. An only half-useful talent…
microfiction Lily's Storytime Where was she? This wasn’t her room, Lily was certain of it. It looked like hers, but it WASN’T. This had to be a nightmare…
microfiction Etherial Liberation For All This group didn’t strike Bob as unusual. From the look of them he was thinking anarchists, or part of that New Age crowd.
microfiction Not What She Meant Mollie was curled up on her windowsill, reading far past her bedtime by streetlamp. But then the event happened…
microfiction The Price Of Hope Mack defined a good day’s busking as having earned enough for a hot meal AND the ten-quid buy-in at the local casino. He had a good feeling about this one.
microfiction Mutant Mould Or Whatever It’d been a long day already. I was not ready to walk into my apartment and see THIS clinging to the ceiling.
microfiction The Silence Collector Is there any sound sweeter than silence? I think not. That’s why I collect them. And yet, even after centuries, my collection is missing something…
microfiction A Gate To Nowhere Normally ghoul squads get sent in once caution won’t save you. So why are they telling us to be careful? What did they FIND under that ice?
microfiction Our Mother Welcomes You Honestly? This was only like the fourth creepiest cult Natasha had been in. Er, investigated.
microfiction The Hunger Of The Cathwary Rhombus The inscription could be translated as either ‘fortress’ or ‘prison’. Scholars likewise weren’t sure what the deity it housed had been a god of…
microfiction The Last Train Home My life began to end when I fell asleep on the train home. A mistake I’d made plenty of times before, like who knows how many of my fellow commuters. But this time…
microfiction A Special Guest At Chalky House I always knew old widow Chalker’s family had been rich, but I couldn’t believe the treasures in that house of hers. Well, if she’s too daft to sell them, I reckon she’s too daft to miss a few…
microfiction Another Momentary Lapse, Another Tragedy Pain throbs behind my eyeballs. I hope that means I drunk too much last night, not too little. A hope that dies when I realise my hands are sticky…
microfiction Hungry Roots Brian was proud of his apple orchard and took good care of his trees. Including the ones he let grow wild around the edges of his property. But sometimes pruning is called for…
