He opened his eyes and there, white-smiled and wide-eyed in the midnight gloom, was the creature. It hung back against the wall: long arms, long body, round head. Hairy, but…
Curled on her side in the window-seat, she gazed out at the open moors. Tears made gentle tracks down her cheeks. Outside, the clouds gathered, dark with empathy, heavy with…
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…
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 plant to me, and in exchange I would write a…
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…
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…