It was Samir’s fault. He was the one who accepted a dare from a six-year-old. Of course, Joan should probably accept some blame for filling Fidelity’s head with stories to the extent the child believed she was a fairy changing. But it was mostly Samir’s fault. It started when Joan and Samir were walking home…… Continue reading The Stolen Child
Category: Dark Fantasy
Blue Mane
Long ago, in a remote French village, there lived an unusually powerful and infamous countess known only as Blue Mane. Her bright sapphire-hued hair was a bewitching trait in and of itself. Moreover, she had an unusual habit of proposing to the men she married, something unthinkable at the time. However, she found security in…… Continue reading Blue Mane
Season Of The Witch Huntress
All the lawns on Metone Avenue are mowed on Wednesday. These lawns are all perfectly manicured, the same size, nearly identical except for personal choices in plants and ornaments. All the white painted, two-story houses are pratically identical as well. Children played. Neighbors had stylish lawn parties. You could say it was perfect. Especially…… Continue reading Season Of The Witch Huntress
Beauty Is the Beast
Price Edwin watched as the black and gold carriage carrying his executioner pulled up to the castle. She wasn’t his executioner in an official sense; he had been told she was his betrothed, finally engaged after years of negotiations. However, even if his mother, may she rest in peace, hadn’t taught him to read Father’s…… Continue reading Beauty Is the Beast
Mourning Jewelry
Lily unlocked the back door of the thrift store using a key that didn’t belong to her. Double checking to make sure she wasn’t being followed, that there were no cameras, she pushed opened the door with a leather gloved hand and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. She had won the key in…… Continue reading Mourning Jewelry
A Classic Case Of Victim Turned Victimizer
Gretel smiled at the sound of scratching on her front door. “Perfect,” She thought, “Just in time.” She was starting to get a few gray hairs and few lines around her eyes. She needed a child. She peaked out the window and saw not one, not two, but three boys going for the pie she…… Continue reading A Classic Case Of Victim Turned Victimizer