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Someone To Talk To

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 froze. A hundred horror scenes came back to me in a rush, a thousand alternative world plots-turned disaster. But she looked as tired as I felt, and my own hope was reflected in her eyes.

She put her hand on the mirror. I took it, and drew her through. She gasped like she was surfacing from deep underwater.

We talked long into the night. Our troubles were much the same, but viewed from different angles.… Read more


Another microfiction for Mastodon, with thanks to my Ko-Fi supporters.

She brought him the usual gifts at first. A mouse, a bird. A ribbon for him to play with.

She would run up with her gift in her mouth and prrt cheerfully around it. And he would pat her head and tell her she was a good and clever cat.

Then it was a coin with strange markings. A pendant, warm to the touch. A piece of lightning-struck wood.

He never knew of the shadowy figures that followed him, but neither did he have to fear them.

She was a good and clever cat.… Read more

Campfire Stories

Another microfiction for Mastodon, with thanks to my Ko-Fi supporters.

‘OOOO!’ said the ghost.

The girl poked at the fire. ‘I’m not in the mood for ghost stories, thanks.’

‘Ooo?’ The ghost’s head tilted.

She jabbed the fire more savagely. ‘I didn’t like them anyway.’

Shrieks and giggles emerged from the nearby cabin.

‘ooOOOooo.’ The ghost bobbed sympathetically in the air. It floated over to hover beside her.

After a moment, she said, ‘Maybe … maybe one ghost story, actually?’

The ghost shook its sheets and began its spookiest ooo.


Image by OpenClipart-Vectors, used under CC0.… Read more

Creature Encounters (The Exchange)

Yesterday on Mastodon, I played a game where people could tell me their favourite colour, and in exchange I would write a toot-sized (or tweet-sized) encounter with a magical creature. The creature was not necessarily related to the colour.

Here are the results. I hope you enjoy them!


Deep Purple

You are woken in the night by a sound like a child crying. As your eyes adjust, you realise: not a child but an animal.

You follow the sound to your desk. A kitten mewls there, eyes closed, ears tiny, as small and wet as if it was just born.… Read more

The River Ghost, Lovely

‘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 eyes were low. She watched him, her mouth twisting to one side. ‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘I didn’t think ghosts existed.’

‘She’s … I don’t know how to explain it.’ He ruffled his hair. ‘I only get glimpses of her. Long hair. An impression of a shape. She only appears at the river, at night.’

She folded her hands in her lap and tried to keep her expression smooth. She never wanted her brother to think he couldn’t talk to her.… Read more


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. A stag with blood-matted fur and cracked antlers.

Car headlights flashed by. She narrowed her eyes at them, but didn’t slow her pace.

She only stopped when she found a rabbit smeared at the side of the road.

She picked it up and hummed a spell, red threads stretching between her fingers like a spider’s web.

She wrapped the rabbit in those red threads and smoothed its fur, massaged its horrible wounds.… Read more