The cat chattered, clacking her teeth, fur rising. His gut clenched. ‘Elsie, come away,’ Fear made his song-song tone brittle. He half-crouched toward the window. Elsie smacked the glass with…
She’d heard that on a certain day, at a certain time, you could meet your own ghost haunting the graveyard at St Mary’s. In the hour before dawn, she stood…
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…
Another microfiction for Mastodon. — She pricked her finger on the crooked needle and let the blood drip and swirl into the bowl below. It clouded pink, then cleared. She…
Another microfiction written for Mastodon. I hope you enjoy it! — ‘I just wish I had someone to talk to,’ I said to my reflection. ‘Me too,’ she replied. I…
Another microfiction for Mastodon, with thanks to my Ko-Fi supporters. — She brought him the usual gifts at first. A mouse, a bird. A ribbon for him to play with….