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…
She hit the ground hard, knees bleeding, arms scraped, wings askew. Every bone ached as she got to her feet. She looked at the high cliff perch through the broken…
Birdsong. It penetrated the dream, lilting and bright. He looked around at the rolling dunes of dreamsand beneath a purple-and-silver sky. It was time to return. He followed the song,…
‘And you think I can do it?’ she said, crossing her arms and folding her wings more tightly around her. Below her feet, the cliff fell away to mist and…
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…
He hurried home across the park, hands thrust deep into his pockets. The moon was too sickly to light his path, leaving the lake a looming void. ‘Quack.’ The sound…
There is a boy who can read the birds. He throws crumbs to the town pigeons and in the pattern of their pecking, sees illness coming to his school. He…
The cat turned its back to him and started grooming. After a pause, he pinched the end of its tail. It hissed and spun, swiping at the empty air where…
‘We await your response by sparrow?’ I murmured, reading the letter again. Something about destiny, the fate of many, and ‘answering the call’ … I turned it over and looked…
‘It’s just a pigeon,’ said the girl. ‘Let it die.’ The boy lifted it with gentle hands. It was too weak to struggle. He could feel its heartbeat against his…