Flash Fiction

Never trust a sprite. It’s been said so many times in my village that it started going in one ear and out the other—exactly what I did. My father would box my ears if he were alive to see me now. That is, if I weren’t on my way to the gallows at the moment. “Any regrets?” the guard escorting me asked, his tone light and easy. He would be going home to his wife and children after all this was done. Unlike my dumb ass. “Never trust a sprite,” I said through gritted teeth. The g

After I lit the wick, the flame bounced around as if it were debating whether or not to go out. I glared at the wayward flame; it recovered quickly, obeyed and began to sway to its own rhythm within the lamp. I closed the lamp feeling proud of myself, and wiped my hands on the apron of my dress. The apron was a recent addition to my wardrobe. If I came home with a soiled dress, Mother would forbid me from accompanying Father again. The thought of what that would do to our inc

How easy it is to disappear into the wilds as a shifter. How easy it is not to be found. Crews combed the area, dogs catching my scent and then losing it again. I was playing with them. I’d always wondered if my scent changed with my form. No one knew what I was. No […]

All hail the conquering heros, I thought watching the ridiculous parade of Warriors marching through the city on horseback. I sat atop my own Mount at the back of the crowd of on lookers. Leaning forward over the pomel on my saddle, chin resting on my hand watching the procession. A bunch of self important […]

Interrogation With A Vampire Walking into the stone cell, I expected to see terror in my victim. I had a reputation that no creature to date hadn’t heard of me; none entered my chamber that didn’t aware my arrival with some amount of trepidation. The longer I practiced my craft, the farther my reputation spread, […]