Blog & Fiction Archive

Passing Time

She dug her toes into the dirt and raised her arms.

As the wind struck her, she shivered; skin whorled and hardened into bark. Fingers lengthened and fractured into branches. Hair bloomed into narrow silver leaves.

She grew and twisted and changed, shifting from a girl into a narrow white-barked tree.

And thus, she let the seasons pass, and woke again in better times.

Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay.… Read more

Enduring Friendship

The tour group moved on. He glanced around as the display room emptied.

When he was certain that it was just him and a lit case of bones, he took a screwdriver from his coat pocket and cracked the lid of the case.

He slid his hand inside to stroke the little feline skeleton there, worn smooth by years of handling. It shuddered under his touch, the bolts and wires holding it together pinging free to bounce from the glass.

The skeleton yawned silently, then turned empty orbs toward him.

He smiled. ‘I knew I would find you again eventually.’

The cat braced its paws against the glass and he complied to its silent request, lifting it free of the case and letting it snuggle into his coat.… Read more

The Source of Magic

What the researchers discovered was that magic came not from humans, but from animals. Or rather, from the relationship with them.

Those who gave their cats warm affection developed magic of shadow and illusion.

Those who played and pranced with their dogs developed the ability to heal and energise.

Those who sat quietly with their snakes became powerful diviners, and those who were kind to their mice could teleport.

But, the studies showed, more animals didn’t necessarily mean more magic. What mattered was that you loved them, and spent time with them.

And to be cruel or neglectful for the sake of your magic would twist you in horrible ways.… Read more

Coffee

It pulled itself from the mud and grit, a man-sized, amphibious thing of slimy skin, narrow teeth, and dark, cold eyes.

‘Stay away,’ it hissed, holding out webbed hands tipped with heavy claws. ‘I will fight you if I must!’

The human set aside their backpack and knelt. ‘I didn’t mean to startle you,’ they said. ‘My name’s Eden. I won’t hurt you.’

It lowered its claws. ‘You won’t hurt me?’

‘I won’t.’ They paused. ‘Do you like coffee?’

‘Coffee?’

‘I’ll be right back.’… Read more

It was as simple as clicking a few boxes on their site.

‘Internet’s Mail-Order Magic Letters: Bring some magic into your life!’

They didn’t ask for an address, or payment details. It seemed harmless enough.

Then came the letters.

The first opened in a spray of glitter that dissipated into the air. ‘CONFIDENCE!’ it read. She negotiated a promotion that day.

The next unfolded itself in her hands, and crooned bedtime stories from a small illustrated mouth. She got her first full night’s sleep in weeks.

Then the next held ‘good luck’ coins. She gave them to a beggar, who hugged her on the street the next day, their fortunes turned.… Read more

#VicorvaStorytime: The House Full of Faces

Have I ever told you about the time I went to a party in a house full of faces?

It happened this week, in fact.

It’s #VicorvaStorytime! CW for spookiness and a few pictures of manniquins and taxidermy.

This time, it has to be in a blog post. It’s just too long for Mastodon.

A cottage in pitch black surroundings. From the lights, you can just make out the front door, glowing invitingly.

After a hard month of crazed writing during NaNoWriMo, Joh and I were attending the TGIO (or Thank God It’s Over) Party.

The plan was to play board games and stuff ourselves with snacks and have a wonderful time with our fellow writing nerds.

This year it was in a new location, which had been offered to us for free by one of our participants.… Read more

I Ain’t Mad About It: The End of My SPFBO 5 Journey

This year I entered the fifth annual SPFBO, or Self-Published Fantasy Blog-Off. I didn’t really know what to expect, except that my book is completely unknown so the chance of getting any eyes on it was welcome. This isn’t the story of my unexpected rise to the heady heights of competition winner — I didn’t even make it out of Phase 1, though I did earn the title Semi-Finalist, which was nice.

But, as they say, winning isn’t everything, and I’ve gotten so much more from this competition than I ever expected.

There’s A Self-Publishing Community!

Honestly, one of the hardest parts of self-publishing has been that I don’t really know others doing the same.… Read more

Boss Monster

‘It’ll be simple,’ he said, voice barely shaking. ‘Run in, grab the treasure, run out.’

‘What about the monsters?’ she replied. ‘What about the dragon?’

‘Well … we’ll move too fast for them, thanks to this.’ He hefted his newly purchased spellbook. ‘And you have the sword if anything goes wrong.’

‘I do not feel confident I could take on a dragon!’

‘We won’t have to!’

They clasped hands and he cast the spell, again and again. Walls crumbled before them to reform behind them.

All manner of twisted beasts and grasping undead howled at them, but they were gone each time before anything could be done.… Read more

Slow Awakening

It started slowly, as most Awakenings do.

She would hum as she brushed her sisters hair, and sparks would fly from the brush.

She would whistle to her hounds, who would race to her side with the speed and silence of ghosts.

She would gaze across the stormy sea and scream her frustration into the wind.

Then came the song. And the feathers. And the fury.

But when she sang people to throw themselves into the crushing tides, only the cruel ever listened.

Image by Noupload from Pixabay.… Read more