microfiction When An Angel Needs Knuckledusters As an experienced foster parent, Cathy has dealt with all sorts. But having a sick-looking rumpled figure on her doorstep claiming to be someone’s ‘guardian angel’ is a new one…
microfiction A Candid Interview With A Succubus's Business Partner So, Mr Brooke, what’s it like working with a succubus in a, uh, close capacity?
microfiction The Fall Of Vukmaw The Moonlight Empire has fallen! Mighty warrior Vukmaw lies slain on the field - waiting for the ref to call the battle so he can hit the showers.
microfiction Chasing The Compass Song 2 It’s taken three months, but Wilma is ready to adventure to Todd’s standards! Finally, she’s headed for the old lighthouse on the island, looking for answers…
microfiction Emergency Contact For The Other Side The worst part about being a medium was that, once you’d truly pierced the Veil and become a psychic conduit, there was no way to keep office hours. Beatrice hadn’t been blessed with an un-interrupted evening in nearly a decade. But tonight’s contact is urgent…
microfiction When The Sky Falls Again For as long as anyone except Mr Grady could remember, the sirens on the old bunker only went off once a year, when Mr Grady ran the annual test. Silly old man. The sky hadn’t fallen in decades. Many people were loudly sceptical it had ever fallen at all…
microfiction Old Enough To Choose “I wish… well, I always wish she was still with us. But if we HAD to lose her… I wish we’d managed to do this sooner. It… it would’ve meant the world to her, being here with you. Here FOR you, for this.”
microfiction A True And Lifelong Love While Muriel knew she was lucky to have friendly classmates, being the only non-human at her school was still tough. But it was all worth it to be by the sea.
microfiction Freeplay Horror In The Midnight Arcade Determined to make the most of the arcade’s birthday party free play offer, I didn’t realise how late it had gotten until everyone else was long gone…
microfiction The Marvellous Failed Hangover Cure Alchemists creating dangerously potent home-brew and wild cocktails was a cliche, but one many young alchemists were happy to perform. Vicky was in the cohort who rarely woke sober on Saturday morning, and had using this as grounds for testing hangover cures.
microfiction Hellfire Cremation Services Lay your loved one to rest with our ecologically friendly, affordable service! Guaranteed to remove 100% of soul residue. Postage included!
microfiction A Perfect Mess Of A Party Two years ago, Rebecca would’ve been a nervous wreck right now. But that was before adopting a changeling.
microfiction Blood At The End Of The Rainbow Leprechaun gold is in high demand for cosmetics, so Sean was used to following rainbows on his rounds. But what he finds at the base of this one will haunt his nightmares…
microfiction The Woodworker And The Dragon At first Kate assumed the dragon eating from her coal scuttle was a baby. After all, she’d never heard of dragons small as her forearm.
microfiction The Rewards Of Interdisciplinary Cursology Malcom Baker was considered an oddity for being interested in where curses came from rather than ‘practical’ aspects of Cursology. But knowledge is power, especially in magic…
microfiction Cursed For Scrumping When the local witch seemingly vanishes, Jim sees a chance to try and dispel the curse she laid on him years ago - but Ms Smyth has not left, and always meant what she said…
microfiction Getting The Tea On The Lord Of Dark Destruction Sofia was determined to get her superiors to take her seriously, and if that meant summoning a demon to get the gossip column scoop she needed, so be it!
microfiction Urban Fey Fey were an unusual sight in cities, but Amanda managed not to attract a second glance as she sauntered down the street.
microfiction C_T_O_IC Writing On The Wall This part of town was covered in graffiti, so Mark wasn’t sure when the game of hangman appeared. It must be some communal art piece. He was happy to join in…
microfiction Carrying Home It was definitely a mirror, not a picture; if you took it off the wall and tilted it, the reflection moved just as it should. But what it reflected had nothing to do with its surroundings.
microfiction Responsibility For A Wish If Annie’s grandparents had known she would wish for her “best friend” to come to life, they would’ve picked a smaller, lighter doll to gift her. Now that Annie was seven, Belle was half her size.
microfiction Forever Loved At first you thought I was delusion. Your grief playing tricks on you. I didn’t know enough to tell you otherwise; I was barely five months old when I died.
microfiction The Spill And The Scarflette Mildred had noticed the red scarflette wrapped around the old woman’s left wrist; when you worked a cafe you got to know people by traits rather than names. But she hadn’t taken particular heed. The scarflette was just… there. Unremarkably remarkable. Until the spill happened.
microfiction RIP Debbie Judge Evans wished this case was being handled by someone with proper knowledge of werewolves. Or pet chickens.
