Part 2 of Dying Words, a Cinderella Retelling where Cinderella's mother's dying words are a curse.
A Cinderella retelling where Cinderella's mother's dying words are a curse instead of just words to live by. (CW: death of a parent, use of the word mute as a slur, magical illness)
Hylix is a mercenary, xe typically takes short jobs; get in, get out. But an aide from a nearby monarch ruled planetary system practically begs for xyr help and Hylix can't refuse. They all just have to hope the heir reappears before Hylix is discovered.
Promise you'll write - flash fiction Friday #180 9/12/2022The letter, surprisingly, came on real paper. It could well have been the first paper to arrive on this particular industrial moon since the official lighting of the largest furnace generations ago.It arrived at Ember's family home by courier in official imperial uniform. Ember almost didn't bother … Continue reading Real Paper And Springs
I've started keeping lists of my achievements within a year in the front of the new year's calendar (A reminder of the previous year's success and a guideline for how to start building goals for the new year). Part of that includes looking at my short stories and what people liked so I can attempt … Continue reading Top 10 Short Stories of 2022
Juliette's annual holiday party is back on after two years of missing out. New venue: rooftop plaza. Penelope and Jason are, somehow, not looking forward to it.
Camping has plenty of value, but when you're a teenager who doesn't want to go camping again, doesn't want to lose another summer away from your friends, that value can be hard to find. Until the apocalypse.
When the Emperor names his illegitimate eldest child as his official heir, it paints a target on their back. Living with said target, they want to know why.
A confrontation between Robin and their father
Merry doesn't want to be a bartender, not really, but she's going to give her new job her all anyway. After all, she has no idea what she wants from life, she's barely registered that she's allowed to want things at all. And, anyway, it's not safe to want things when you're terrified of being found by the people you're hiding from. At least the spell-singer at the bar is friendly.