Short Stories - The Sunset Owl

Freckled Whelp

Even rough Magic can flame amazement.

September 11, 2023

Blades of yellow grass lick at my stomach, as Birnam Wood looms large.

September 10, 2023

Things that love night love not such nights as these.

September 7, 2023

The Fool met Viola at a crosswalk, as the light turned emerald-green.

August 28, 2023

And it appeared to all the world that she was dead.

August 9, 2023

Every well-ordered thing is fragile, and every fragile thing is bound to break.

September 30, 2021

A retelling inspired by the Scottish ballad.

August 4, 2021

The dragon’s eyes narrowed, following the suit of armor as it clopped steadily along on horseback…

July 24, 2021