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…
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…
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….
Another microfiction for Mastodon, with thanks to my Ko-Fi supporters. — ‘OOOO!’ said the ghost. The girl poked at the fire. ‘I’m not in the mood for ghost stories, thanks.’…
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….
‘I think … I think maybe I’m in love with a ghost,’ he told his sister one morning. They’d met at a café for breakfast, as they often did. His…
The creature was a mismatched thing of many parts, sitting alone at the edge of the lake. Dragon wings hugged its sides while bird wings hung drably behind it. A…
More microfiction from Mastodon. — OUT OF TOUCH She tucked her hair behind pointed ears, avoiding his gaze. ‘I meant to write.’ ‘Me too.’ He fiddled with the edge of…