Her cat had been behaving oddly. Skittish and snappy. Quick to slink under a normally welcome touch. The little queen had even begun stealing. Scraps of lunch meat from the…
There was a knock at the door. The mage stood, smoothing the thick fabric of her gardening robes, and opened it. The plantlings scattered with a rustling of leaves and…
This was originally a supporter-only post, posted May 2020. Last night I had a dream, remarkable mostly in that it wasn’t a nightmare. In that dream, I was giving…
This post was originally supporter-only, posted May 2020. So I’m working on a story, as you know by now, where the characters are from a world not unlike our…
The mage paused on the path home. She could hear … mewling? The high-pitched but muffled cry of something very small and at least a little scared. She followed the…
The queen, resplendent in tabby-and-white fur, regarded the spirit at the foot of the stairs with a lazy half-lidded glance. ‘And what is it you seek again?’ She asked in…
This post was originally supporter-only, posted March 2020. The call was for prompts for spells, which I would write microfictions for. 5 people commented on The Spell Exchange and three…