Chasing Ilium- A micro story saga
Through the glass, a blurry city rose. Clouds kissed its topless towers. Continue reading Chasing Ilium- A micro story saga
Eternal Rose – A Micro Story
A finger pricked, a cheek kissed, a future secured by a rose. Continue reading Eternal Rose – A Micro Story
Autumn’s Maker
Golden leaves shiver
suspended from her bower Continue reading Autumn’s Maker
The Boxes Are Doors
Each box is a door. Climb up, crawl in and off you go. Where you land, nobody knows. Continue reading The Boxes Are Doors
Hidden in Plaster (sight?)
Two plaster UFOs fly into a dilapidated room. Their lasers paint infrared designs. Continue reading Hidden in Plaster (sight?)
All Balled Up
Who knew the fate of an entire race could be measured in ounces? Continue reading All Balled Up
Balloon Ship – A Micro Story
We were the only survivors, my balloon and me. Continue reading Balloon Ship – A Micro Story
Egging You On
The sky laid an egg with our company logo embossed it. Wonderful, I’d be charged for using company property the one time I’d earned it. Continue reading Egging You On
Crystal Death
It was so small a thing and yet inside it spun a light capable of destroying all life. Continue reading Crystal Death
When the light strikes – 4 micro stories
When the light strikes, hitting me, I jitterbug as electricity zings through my nervous system. Continue reading When the light strikes – 4 micro stories
Versus
Chaos threatened. Its whispers had seduced them. Continue reading Versus
Icedrake’s request
The Queen of Air and Darkness’ palace sprawled. Corridors twisted, corkscrewed, dead-ended and split without regard to logic or gravity. Continue reading Icedrake’s request
Firefly
My head buzzed as Air currents pushed and prodded me through a clear tube. Floors of office drones flashed past. Continue reading Firefly
Malformed Constructs
It trotted down an unfamiliar cobbled street, claws clicking as it drooled and he had to track it. Continue reading Malformed Constructs
Sewing Magic – A Micro Story
The old sewing machine sat forgotten until a ghostly foot operated the treadle. Continue reading Sewing Magic – A Micro Story

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