‘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…
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….
I wrote a serial toot fiction for mastodon written in 1 toot a day for every day of October (or that was the plan, anyway!) It was a labour of…
I make a podcast/audiobook series called Soul Jar! It follows Gretel Gravetalker, a young necromancer seeking immortality and revenge. It’s free to listen to and full of heartache, hope, and…
She saw on TV that ghosts made things cold, and she’d always had chilly feet at night. So she found a stone with a hole through the middle and she…
A collection of microfiction written for Mastodon. REALLY THERE Every night, woken by half-remembered dreams of cracked bones and dripping saliva, she saw the eyes. Two burning pinpricks within…
Two sisters stood at the edge of black water. ‘We should go in!’ The smaller tugged at the taller’s hand. ‘I bet there’s a whole world in there.’ But the…
‘I love the rain,’ he said, closing his eyes and tipping his head up to the sky. ‘Really?’ The rain grew harder, flooding his feet. He opened his eyes to…