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,…
He emerged through the rain of shattered glass and silver droplets to the other side. It was not his bedroom reversed but a silver meadow blooming with diamond flowers that…
This is a serial fiction posted in one toot daily (ish) during October on Mastodon. It was unplanned and experimental, and I’m pretty happy with the result. I hope you…
A collection of microfiction written for Mastodon. REALLY THERE Every night, woken by half-remembered dreams of cracked bones and dripping saliva, she saw the eyes. Two burning pinpricks within…