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Tag Archives: short fiction
Hansel and Gretel’s Father
Oh dear, another insane stepmother.
Daughter
Sometimes a witch’s duty goes beyond a simple spell.
She
She knows something is wrong.
Downslope
Just another Saturday morning hike.
Geo’s Head
Geo doesn’t know where he is or what happened or who these people. But he knows he has to escape.
Climbing Samsara
Betsy has climbed everything else worth climbing in the world. All that’s left is the mysterious Samsara.
Magic Circle
Elijah was sure a maker of magic must live in some dark, secluded place. The edge of the city, where the rows of houses snap into ever-marching prairie. Some small forest or collection of trees, dark and gloomy from thick branches even in the middle of the day. Perhaps somewhere in the city, but underContinue reading “Magic Circle”
Bad Boy Meets Good Girl
“I’m a bad boy,” he said, looking away into the distance. “You should stay away from me. I’m no good for you.” “Oh. Okay, then,” she said, and began walking off. Startled, he practically jogged after her, grabbing her arm. “Wait, where are you going?” “You said I should stay away from you,” she answered,Continue reading “Bad Boy Meets Good Girl”
I Remember the Radio
We weren’t supposed to be out there. Hell, we weren’t supposed to be anywhere. Shunted out of polite society for reasons I still don’t fully understand, even to this day. Whatever happened, Mama and Pappy didn’t feel inclined to share it with little kid me or adult me or no version of me whatsoever. TheyContinue reading “I Remember the Radio”
High Urban Fantasy Jazz 