Serial and short fiction.
Adelaide stepped off the bus and into the rain. It barely registered to him, the water lashing against his face, the disgusting cloying of the damp collar against his skin. It rained so often where he lived, it was like political corruption or economic recession– it had just become part of the scenery. Bitchface…
My father had a unique approach to business. He wasn’t a salesman, at least not in the traditional sense of the word; he certainly made a lot of money in his time. Not that he was even particularly interested in being rich– he was just interested in people, even if he didn’t especially like them…
A Different Point of View The human is imbecilic. The human is dangerous. The human is beyond our help. Oh Margravine, your strength is waning and I cannot stop your demise. That is the way you have chosen to go, but you promised we would be spared. You said we could save the world you…
A Sweet and Uplifting Bedtime Story I stare at the bones for several seconds before I realize just how angry the birds are. I’m confused. They ruffle their feathers, heads jogging back and forth. A clack of a beak, a small whistle that sounds more like a growl. “Why here, Fireflight?†asks Henwyn….
 Lynn lived alone. This had several advantages: she could smoke wherever she wanted, she could stretch out in the bed and have the blankets all to herself, she could eat, bathe and listen to music according to her fancies alone and she could practice the black arts without anyone interfering, trying to save her…
A Melancholy Fear of Cereal and Existentialism The house is silent. It’s been so for years, but today I feel something in the silence. I can’t tell if it’s fear, or regret, or perhaps an ill intent, but something new is here. Lately, there’ve been too many new things. I’m hungry. I wonder if…
 Madalini’s shop always smelt of freshly baked cake; Madalini herself insisted that she never touched an oven and certainly she never made any offer of food to her customers, so where the smell came from, no one knew. The shop itself was right on the high-street, tucked between a chic outfitters and an even…
Chapter 1 Fire  Sometime last week, the birds in the attic started whispering.  They want a new leader but can’t decide if the Mohawk or Fireflight is preferable. I told them I endorsed the Mohawk so I think they will choose the other. On my way down from their congress, I stopped to…
XII As she glided over the countryside, all Bionca could see was the carcasses of trees strewn about. Some of these had been caused by herself and her compatriots. However, many beyond their wooden tunnel were dying into the ground upon which they once stood strong. Behind her, she could already feel the lava…