A story-poem for Share the Love May 2020 — Doctor Jones returns day after day, locks the solid damp-proof door. She scours the archives seeking truths about the artefact. But the truth is shrouded in prophecy. And prophecy, as gods and men both know, is a tetchy thing, bound to change on a whim. As slippery as the silverfish eating through the ink and…

5 steps to creating a satisfying short story — I enjoy reading flash fiction. I love writing it even more. Flash fiction is generally any story that comes in under a thousand words — some definitions or marketplaces will allow you up to fifteen hundred. Anything over that and you’re into short story territory. There’s no lower limit to…

A priestess always pays her dues — Sunrise at the High Altar, I’m up to my elbows in goat entrails. There’s no arguing with the bloodied mess of intestines. Esset approaches, apron stained with the blood of seven goats, face stained with tears as if I’m already dead. ‘Nembe.’ He speaks my name in sorrow. At noon…

A wizard’s apprentice seeks power — Elvish steel gleamed, muting the flames from Reki’s torch. The bluish light dispelled the cavern’s shadows as he stared at the sword buried tip first in the rock floor. He glanced back the way they’d come. ‘That was easy.’ Nachal grinned. ‘Don’t knock it, boy,’ she said. ‘I’ve hired out…

And a king in waiting —

Drive to the Hospital — Relieved to get a response from the boy, I glanced back over at the wolf. There was no wolf. I eased myself up slowly, looking around. No sudden movements, I told myself. Wolves had been native here a couple of hundred years ago, but I was pretty sure they were…

Run screaming from the car — “What the…” I shoved myself backwards, coming up short against the car door. I pressed myself against it, my heart hammering in my chest as I tried to figure out what had just happened. There was no broken glass, not even a crack in the windshield. …

Harlan is not himself — We need you to make the other half of the map. What in the hell was going on here? A few hours earlier I had found a boy by the side of the road and tried to do right by him. Tried to help him. I was more than regretting…

A bid for freedom — I glanced down at the child I’d tried to save. He scooted backwards, away from me. If he won't come with me, I must leave him here. I had no choice. I’d go alone and fetch help back with me. A sharp ache pierced my chest at the thought of…