Her dog was a creature of moonlight and chill wind. It lived on the hill behind her house, in the ruins of the old stable. She’d been up there to…
She played late into the night and then later still, ignorant of the shadows pressing in on all sides, uncaring of the heaviness of her limbs or the life set…
They met at twilight: a woman, scratched and sore, and a fox with mauled ears and eyes like reflected stars. The fox had one leg lifted, poised to flee. The…
He made it to the rooftop, fingers slipping on the rain-slicked tiles, skin cold and stung by the falling sky. She huddled by the false chimney. Her arms hugged her…
She heard howling in the night: desperate, ragged calls that faded into brokenness. The neighbours’ dogs were silent. She put on coat and boots and stepped out into chill air…
In support of the kickstarter for BOOKS & BONE (which funded! EEK!) I did a series of faux non-fiction toots on Mastodon detailing ghost research. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it! …
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…
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…
Yesterday on Mastodon, I played a game where people could tell me their favourite colour, and in exchange I would write a toot-sized (or tweet-sized) encounter with a magical creature….
A microfiction written for Mastodon. — She walked down the road, trailed by shambling, limping things. A badger with its face bared to one side. A housecat with crushed paws….