microfiction Check The Basement I was woken by a tapping sound. For a moment I thought it was the oak tree outside my window. Then I remembered this new house doesn't have trees near it...
microfiction Barking Up The Correct Tree It was Gary's first time collecting materials from a magical tree, and while the tree being able to talk helped it also made him feel awkward.
microfiction Oaths And Guidelines The elderly goblin sighed. "They keep swearing my humors are all normal, but..."
microfiction The Hotel Listens "Don't worry about the sounds, it’s not… It’s just echoes. Sort of. Same for the voices. It’s nothing, honest. We think the building just gets lonely during the off-season. There’s no actual ghosts."
microfiction A Touching Warning "They tricked me. I've never needed a hug more in my life but it's already too late."
microfiction Mr Flumkins Needs A Pet-Sitter When a request came in for a week in a woodland cottage caring for a “special needs cat” Tom didn’t hesitate. Now, here he was... staring at a rickety fence topped with skulls.
microfiction Sir, This Is A 24/7 This was what she got for slipping off-script. The guy being wild-eyed and covered with lacerations had thrown her. Not the usual kinda weird for overnight shift, even here.
microfiction The Monster Left Under The Childhood Bed Student accommodations don't allow monsters. Blanket rule.
microfiction Viciously Violent Verbosity As alliteration assembles arcane arcs, the entire market trembles. The glottal hags are fighting AGAIN.
microfiction Footsteps Out Of Place Once you made that fifth turn and could see the exit it would all go back to normal.
microfiction Like Finally Finding Shoes That Fit 2 Joy bubbled in Sam's throat and rattled against her diaphragm as she eased the shirt on - making sure nothing touched the sigils on her arm.
microfiction Like Finally Finding Shoes That Fit 'Come on, Sam. You can do this.' Her heart pounded as she stared down at the illusion patches. Funny. The sigils painted on waxed paper looked kinda like temporary tattoos.
urban fantasy Buying Shares In Our Future "Dear friend, you have me all wrong! I’m not selling paltry investments! No, I’m selling shares in FUTURES!”
microfiction An Ounce Of Doubt And Reciprocity Sam set the money down. A crooked smile curving her lips. “I *knew* you were under-charging me last time. First hit is cheap, eh?”
microfiction The "Free Hugs" Pipe The sign was dingy. Scribbled on cardboard, jammed onto some long-abandoned nail, reading “FREE HUGS!” with an arrow pointing to the big drainage pipe.
microfiction In The Jaws Of Hate, For Love Dawn touches the horizon as we gather. We’re all dressed for a riot - masks, helmets, warding amulets - yet the silence echoes. It will remain until the guard arrives to stamp it out.
microfiction The Heady Scent Of Clarity A demure sign promising magic. An impulsive diversion from her journey home. Now Sam has to decide what she truly wants.
microfiction Etched Into Your Soul Even starting the process to adopt a changeling can bring unexpected surprises...
microfiction Death's Ninth Piece 2 (End) Death never cheats. But they have been known to use meta-strategy...
microfiction Death's Ninth Piece 1 A young girl gets to play Death for her life, but all she has is Snakes & Ladders.
microfiction The Truthful Curse Of Agnus Greene Everyone agreed that it was a curse, though few came out and said it was a *bad thing*. But ever since Agnus Greene had cursed the town, anyone born in Withshim couldn’t lie. Well. You got three.
microfiction Princess Ferret In Taffeta There’s no weary sigh quite like a child’s weary sigh. Wholehearted and unburdened by proportional perspective. “That’s not what a ferret princess would sound like, Mummy!”
microfiction Chasing The Compass Song “When the storm comes, my compass always points to the old lighthouse. The abandoned one out on the island."
microfiction Moonlight Moonshine It was incredibly difficult to tell if a fey was messing with you. Davis scratched his head and surveyed the line of casks they’d arranged on the hilltop.
