Contemporary Fantasy

Holiday Treat

Genre: Contemporary Fantasy
Summary: Joanna watches her neighbour's colour-eating bat for a weekend, and is tempted to take the opportunity for a prank.
Notes: Kunama asked in the open prompt call for more of the colour vampire. The previous stories are Losing Colour and Viridian Vegetation
Words: 997

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

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.

tagged Contemporary Fantasy Jessica

War On The Lawn

Setting: Terra M
Genre: Modern fantasy
Summary: The garden is not as peaceful as it could be....
Words: 100

Yellow

Setting: ?
Genre: Fantasy (contemporary)
Summary: Grey has seen better times, and is loathe to waste what little he has.
Notes: prompted by Eliza
Words: 100

Vanished

Setting: ?
Genre: Fantasy (contemporary)
Summary: Either Velma is hallucinating, or something weird is going on with her daughter
Notes: prompted by Becky and Eliza
Words: 100

Mind-Ful of Make-Up

Setting: ?
Genre: Magical Realism
Summary: The right makeup can have a profound effect on the wearer - but it needs great care.
Notes/warnings: less than perfect mother-daughter relationship. Based on the prompts "being right" from my origfic bingo card, and the prompt "make up your mind" from dailyprompt
Words: 420

tagged Contemporary Fantasy

Bottling Feelings

Setting: ?
Genre: Contemporary fantasy
Summary: What if it were possible to store and transfer emotions?
Notes/warnings: none
Words: 679

tagged Elroy

Short Leave

Elroy recognised Kaya by the feel of her presence before he could see her, naturally. As they exchanged greetings and she slipped into the seat across of him, he noted the changes she had made: red-haired, pale and freckled rather than black haired and olive-skinned, and she was a good head shorter than she used to be. The butterfly tattoo near the corner of her left eye was also gone. She apparently liked changing vocations every couple of decades.

"What are you up to now?"

She showed him an anchor tattooed on the inside of her wrist and grinned.

"Klabauter?"

"Yes. I figured as a ship-spirit, I'd get around more than being assigned an area for psychopomping, or a charge as a muse or guardian. Maybe it'll hold my interest longer.” Her eyes flicked towards the faint shimmer of his wings. "How's your current charge?"

"Sleeping."

She chuckled. "Or you wouldn't be here?"

"Yes; he's not doing well at the moment, so I better pay attention." He caught himself before saying more than he should and dragging the mood down. "What about you? Do you already have a ship?"

"No, but I've been scouting for one." She grinned self-satisfied. It was more unusual than having one assigned. "There's an oceangoing freighter on keel that hasn't been claimed or assigned yet, and I put in my application early. Means I'll have to idle for a while, but it won't blur me."

"You could always read up on old cases."

"Not too old. The age of sail may look romantic in hindsight, doesn't help much with a modern ship, though. Besides, you just want to lure me to a date in a library."

"Not only."

She laughed, and Elroy felt himself unwind into comfort. Guarding meant little direct interaction with anyone, not even his charge. Taking a break had been a good idea.

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