microfiction Any Resemblance To Real People Is Terrible Craig loved how people loved his scrappy little campus horror mag. He never wanted to give it up. And what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them…
microfiction Beneath The Eighth Step Ellie felt so lucky to have inherited her aunt’s charming cottage and collection of art materials! But turns out she’s accepted more than a house…
microfiction Kiss Of The Feathered Vampire At first Steph thought she’d done very well last night. After all, she didn’t have a hangover. Just weird bumps on her neck…
microfiction No Laughing Matter Of all the curses to sweep the world… clowns. At least turning into a zombie had a dignified sort of pathos.
microfiction Grasping From The Canal I was just trying to clear my head. Be healthy. Do my therapist proud.
microfiction One Chocolate Bar’s Worth Of Adventuring Advice Thank you, dearie. Now… if you follow that river…
microfiction A Demonic Force Meets A Father's Resolve If only more parenting books thought to mention signs of demonic possession.
microfiction Guardian Angel's Deputies Seek Hero When a child has an accident, it’s up to his guardian angel, living teddybear, and anxious under-bed monster to arrange rescue!
microfiction Give A Hand While it’s normal to try all sorts of rheumatism cures, very few people turn to demonology. But Agnus had a quilt to finish.
microfiction Post-Mortem Advocacy “I wouldn’t say I KNOW the deceased, exactly - I only met him after he died…”
microfiction Dandelion Kinda Romance Sometimes love smells like roses and chocolates. But it can also smell like fresh wildflowers and muddy boots.
microfiction Fairy Godmother Daytime Drinking Even running a small pub in a small town, Ian had seen all sorts. But he’d never had anyone storm in sporting full evening wear at lunchtime. And them being four feet tall with glowing butterfly-esk wings was also novel.
microfiction Surrogate Dragon What a pair they were, two very different struggles mostly cancelled out by the other’s presence.
microfiction The Crimson Lattice Gable didn’t realise it was happening at first. He didn’t even know how long it’d been going on.
microfiction Changeling Gatecrash Keith was forgetting something. He was sure of it. SOMETHING was on the horizon, drawing ever closer, but his calendar offered no clues…
microfiction Don't Mind The Screams, It's Just Haunted Cloe wasn’t daft. Sure, the apartment block was old and basic, but if units were going for that price something had to be up. However, she was broke. So she went to the viewing anyway.
microfiction The Elf And The Shoe Distribution Sometimes opposite problems look very similar, and what you have in common is knowing what it’s like to be squashed into a mould.
microfiction Mugging Analysis You could learn a lot about a person by going through their pockets. Which wasn’t why Trevor did it, but he fancied himself a connoisseur of the human condition after over a decade in the mugging business.
microfiction When You Wish To Fly It was the sort of thing you were vaguely aware happened, but never expected to happen to YOU. Or your child. Thank goodness she was taking it well, but…
microfiction Witnessing Echoes Of The Departed It wasn’t necromancy. Honest. Ellen preferred to call it ‘a knack’. An ear for the whispers the departed left behind, fragments of presence lingering on their cherished possessions like their fading scent.
microfiction The International Summit Summit As a rule, mountain spirits weren’t big on travel. But in this modern world, with threats and pressures on every side, it was agreed that coming together was important. So here Scafell Pike was, with the rest of the UK delegation.
microfiction Calling The Melder To Our Side “Sis, you know I’m all for ending conflict and suffering forever, I just… I’m worried that feeding all consciousness on earth to an eldritch entity might not work out.”
microfiction The Viewers' Views Bjorn the dwarf is skeptical that the route taken to the top of the mountain makes any difference to your view at the peak. But there must be some reason people take the harder path, so like any good dwarf he sets out to test this.
microfiction Weaving Gratitude Charlotte has always prided herself on being a helpful, accommodating, low-maintenance familiar. But making it so the person you’re supporting rarely has to think about you brings its own problems…
microfiction Local Peace Dove Speaks Up It was never good when an interview turned into an impromptu counselling session. Especially when you were interviewing someone of a different species and weren’t sure what would be comforting.
