The Girl Who Fell in Love with a Tree
He’d walked through this door thousands of times and never hit his head until a month or two ago. Now it seemed to be a regular occurrence.
Fantasy
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Before the Fire, The Wolves Howl
The girls pull out notebooks and makeup from their worn backpacks. One backpack looks charred, though who knows if it’s from the last fire in Olmstead.
Town Hall Stolen Away to Fairyland
The Mt Hill Town Hall was stolen away to Fairyland last night. It was last seen at 11:00pm last night, and was reported missing at 5:00am this morning.
“Cthulu meets The Castle”—How a Bunbury fish and chip shop found international fame from an unexpected guest
The creator and owner of the Swashbuckling Seafront restaurant, 63-year-old Samson Prentice, admits that he was willing to close his restaurant within the next year and happily retire due to previously declining numbers of customers. “Maybe I could’ve gotten more… Read More »“Cthulu meets The Castle”—How a Bunbury fish and chip shop found international fame from an unexpected guest
Hermatia
The doctor rifled through a display of pamphlets on his desk and handed one to Meeka. In bold white block letters, it declared SO YOU HAVE HERMATIA?
It’s Bright Outside
I’m waking in a muddle of knitted blankets below Nana’s counter, which is odd because none of this was there yesterday—
Potion? What Potion?
The cat and her girl reached the very top of the stairs. There stood a heavy wooden door; all that stood between them, and Tisha’s mother’s potion workshop.
Peace
“I’m sorry. You can’t have a dog staying here with you in the refuge. Especially one as big as a greyhound.”
How Far He Went
The ship first left port at Malmö, and behind her Death followed. He took his time, as he always did. Dolphins played about him. He liked the small ones best.
Aligned
I opened my eyes to the sight of thousands of townsfolk gawking at me. They had never seen someone with golden eyes that sparkled so bright. Much like a star.
Not My Fault
When I found the book I assumed it was a joke. I mean, come on, who really buys a spell book in a second hand shop? Well, me apparently.
The Debutants
“Greetings, stranger,” Frankie intoned, her voice throaty and full of laughter. “A perfect evening to meet your doom, no?”
Peggy sighed, grinning.
“So dramatic, Frankie.”