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
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.
Setting: seems to be the same one as Wishmaking Genre: Fantasy, Fairy Tale Summary: An old man tries to cheat his prospective heirs by avoiding to die. Notes/warnings: Central character is nasty. May be creepy due to magical transformation with unintended consequences. Words: 561
Setting: ? Genre: Fantasy, Fairy Tale, depending on your definittion Romance Summary: A woman wakes up after 100 years with patchy memory, and still hopes to find her bethroted Words: 987
I remember passing through a town that swore they’d had a “sleeping beauty”, who had been on display in a glass coffin in the city hall for a century. They had at least half a dozen stories how she got there - her parents insulted a fairy, her father cursed having a daughter rather than a son, you know the kind.
All the stories agreed that she did wake up after a hundred years, and was, like you are when you sleep too long, not entirely clear in the head.