First Sight Northern England 1323 AD It started to rain, a few drops at first then sheets of freezing water almost horizontal across the sky.
Short Story Sunday: Pixie Dust
“You have to sing to them Max.” “I’m not singing to a demon.” “They’re not that different from angels.” “I don’t sing to angles either.” “Would
What ever happened to…
Sometimes we play the “what ever happened to ____________ game.” My brother Val mentioned a woman he dated who brought her brother on almost every
Short Story Sunday: Mere Mortal
Leaving her lover’s bed she pulled on one of his shirts and went downstairs, past his piano, past the sleeping cats on the couch, and
Short Story Sunday: Night Calls
820 AD In the dark of the night the Banshee Milen waited for the right moment to put fear into the hearts of the village
Short Story Sunday: Book Fair
“Oh come on, it will be fun. You know the only time you’re truly relaxed and in your element is when everyone is looking at
Vampire Maman 