Cooperton Bound

Sci-Fi Short | Singed gold furled in whiskered breakers from sunrise east to sunset west. Smoke, sculpted by raw winds and fed on failed crops, dipped and peaked at the horizon.

Skyglass

Fantasy Short | The  nok, nok, nok of Grandmother's pestle guided her back from a purple sunset where flat-snouted seals served cayenne cacao out of golden snail shells. Turtle yawned and stretched her toes, lingering in nested warmth. Then she remembered. The star!

Hoarder

Fantasy Short | Gruff groaned. The rattle-pop of rusted joints alarmed a lone widow spinning nightmares in the frigid shadows. Cold. Still cold. Go back to sleep.

Mother

Microfiction | I am crooked shadow beneath gnarled, ancient boughs. I am breeze whispers, languid and lonely over hollows.

Désiré

Ghost Story | Sundown wakes to lantern laughter. Vampire shadows. Trumpet sizzle. There's a sweet bourbon film on my teeth and in the sky.

Golden Hour

Drabble | Melted honeycomb rays drip, sizzle, drip on sunbaked limbs. Our muscles ache from a day adrift.

Two Drabbles for Winter

Microfiction | I wake. Separate. Alone. A self. My first breath curls a fearful vapor. I am cold. Heavy. Falling.

Squatch

Microfiction | He strolls the pines, woolly arms akimbo. Broad feet pressing legends in the clay.

The Cook and the Butterfly

Dark Fairy Tale | You hear it first. The babble and banter of thronging voices. Hungry. Vibrant. Pitched toward mania.

Of Crows and Crusaders

Micro Horror | "Feathers." The boy squats low in russet clay raked into a squalid mound beside the toppled village gate.

Sylva and the Devil

Microfiction | Night bends her misty arms about the wizened oaks. Cricket song and cicada drums stir fireflies to dance among emerald shadows.