In support of the kickstarter for BOOKS & BONE, I played a game on Mastodon where people could name a gem to me, and in exchange I would write a…
The queen peered through the hedge, her muscles bunched tightly. Her fur had lost its gloss and her tail, once a regal pennant, was now thin and rat-like. She knew…
In support of the kickstarter for BOOKS & BONE, I played a game on Mastodon where people could name a plant to me, and in exchange I would write a…
In support of the kickstarter for BOOKS & BONE, I did a fun little mock self-help guide to befriending a necromancer. 10 Ways to Befriend a Necromancer Or How to…
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….
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…