Her cat had been behaving oddly. Skittish and snappy. Quick to slink under a normally welcome touch. The little queen had even begun stealing. Scraps of lunch meat from the…
There was a knock at the door. The mage stood, smoothing the thick fabric of her gardening robes, and opened it. The plantlings scattered with a rustling of leaves and…
The mage paused on the path home. She could hear … mewling? The high-pitched but muffled cry of something very small and at least a little scared. She followed the…
The queen, resplendent in tabby-and-white fur, regarded the spirit at the foot of the stairs with a lazy half-lidded glance. ‘And what is it you seek again?’ She asked in…
This post was originally supporter-only, posted March 2020. The call was for prompts for spells, which I would write microfictions for. 5 people commented on The Spell Exchange and three…
The large white rat — easily the size of a child — toddled into the café, looking delighted with herself. There were a few gasps, and the old dog sitting…
They stared up at the stars from where they lay. ‘Do you really think this’ll work?’ she asked, flipping her tail. A woman of scales and fins and fangs, she…
He stared down at the lake, hands splayed against the rocky ground. His reflection was blurry in spite of the glistening surface and high sun. He blinked, and the image…
The plant mage answered the door to find a little plantling with plump green leaves shuffling its roots nervously. Rain poured beyond the doorstep, and slipped from the plantling’s waxy…
The mouse crept into the lair, scurrying over mounds of gold, leaping from sparkling shield to silver goblet. The heat was intense, but she’d wrapped her paws in little rags,…