New Business

Genre: Fantasy
Summary: There are new folks in the area. It makes some transactions awkward.
Notes: Prompted by Rowyn.
Words: 250

Fiction tags: Flash Fiction Fantasy

Research And Practice

Genre: Fantasy
Summary: Mira tries a spell with her new mirror.
Notes: I tried to write it so it stands on its own, but it does follow First Dates With A Mirror.
Words: 633

tagged Nico


Genre: Fantasy
Summary: Martin thought Nico was dead. There is an awkward conversation.
Content Notes/Warnings: follows Freaked Out. Is nearly as old. I've been going through deep recesses of my accumulated files.
Words: 276

Fiction tags: Flash Fiction Fantasy Nico

Who Needs Forgiveness

Genre: Fantasy
Summary: There is a day each year set aside to make peache with the dead. Ameni has her own idea of peace.
Content Notes/Warnings: Aftermath of rather bad family relations.
Words: 284

Fiction tags: Flash Fiction Fantasy
tagged Animals

Sunrise Haunting

Genre: Contemporary fantasy
Summary: Keisha recently had to bury her cat. Her cat would still like breakfast
Content Notes/Warnings: Features the ghost of a dead pet.
Words: 251

tagged Dragons

Pests, Not Harmless

Genre: Contemporary fantasy
Summary: Small dragons have taken over a certain nuisance role from crows. They may be better at it.
Content Notes/Warnings: property destruction, shooting at animals
Words: 318

An Unsafe Path

Genre: Fantasy, Fairy Tale
Setting: Annach
Summary: A treavelling apothecary seems to be an easy target for robbers. But she has a trick up her sleeve.
Content Notes/Warnings: violent death, not described in detail.
Words: 569

First Dates With A Mirror

Genre: Fantasy, Fairy Tale
Summary: Mira added a new mirror to her collection, and gets to know it.
Words: 355

tagged Fantasy Fairy Tales

How Copperfield Got Its Name, And Why Pennies Are Iron These Days

Genre: Fairy Tale
Summary: Kiv wanted enough money for himself, but ended up with more than enough.
Words: 248

tagged Contemporary Fantasy

Revenge of the Were-Moth

Genre: Contemporary fantasy
Summary: At full moon, a were-moths biggest problem may be realising how much humans suck.
Notes: Based on a title the Pulp Titles Generator spat out. :D
Warnings: Killing of insects and implication of violence against humans.
Words: 248

In someone’s garden, a moth sat on the bark of a tree, and waited for the moon to clear the next roof.

It was nervous, which was unusual for a moth, and angry, which was even moreso. Something was wrong. More complicated than it should be.

When the moon illuminated the tree and the moth, turning brown wings grey, the moth grew. It shifted some feet to a crack in the bark to take its growing weight.

The emotions became clearer, and thoughts joined them. It’s a trap. It looks like a moon and its a trap.

The moth let go, and fell on just one pair of knees. Its middle limbs were almost gone, its wings small in relation to its body and useless. It stretched, and grew, straightening up, using the tree to prop itself up.

It peered at the house, cautiously, not wanting to be seen until it had grown to its full shape.

A blueish lamp hung on the porch, its light attracting night-flying insects, killing them when they touched it. Humans. They were not even there, they just hung it there to kill, kill, kill.

The moth’s hand, covered in fine, grey-brown fuzz, but big and square and strong, flexed slightly on the bark. I can tear the thing down.

The moth grinned, a feral expression that just seemed to come with the teeth. It ran its short tongue over them. They might tear flesh, if the lamp-setters came out.

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