Micro-Fiction
(Fiction 500 words or less)
Black Hare Press
September 2025
The crew debarked in deep night, while the town slept, and were back before the sun painted the horizon orange.
Hawthorne & Ash
August 2025
“I’ve never seen a goblin.” Jalan said into the quiet.
“You don’t need to see one.” Weylan replied.
“But I do.” Jalan said. She held up a ring of keys in triumph. “And I will.”
Crepuscular
June 2025
“Haske woke early to choose her outfit, a white and gold kaftan that complemented the deep brown of her skin.”
Microfiction Monday Magazine
November 2023
“It happened instantaneously, a terrifying rip, like a bandage, quick, if bandage meant skin, muscle, bone. Agony was too small a description, excruciating too complex.”
Centifictionist
Summer 2023
“At the end, she stood in the mirror, naked, shriveled, tired. Her skin was brittle, parchment thin, marked with spots, ugly, if she believed the narrative. She had never felt freer.”