Every day, she saw them out of the corner of her eye. A person, crowned, in robes of sweeping gold. Sitting in the empty chair in her office, leaning in…
The knitters were delighted to see a young woman at the craft. She looked to them for advice and techniques, watching and solemnly repeating. She spoke little but listened much….
I’m planning on crowdfunding to publish my already written and finished novel, Books & Bone. I’m not the kind of person who likes to jump into big decisions without really…
A longer microfiction for Mastodon. — People were cruel to the girl with chickenfeet. ‘She’s hideous!’ they would cackle in her face. ‘The poor, ugly thing,’ others would whisper behind…
‘I love winter,’ she would say as the wind chapped her cheeks. She loved winter when she had to wade through snow and she loved winter when she came home…