In a land undiscovered by those who seek to occupy it and quell its divinities, unnamed by those who have found this land and swore to keep its secrets – in this land there are two flowers. There are trees and lush greenery and creatures of all kinds, yes. But there are two flowers. The… Read more Eclipse

This fable is inspired by two of Aesop’s fables: “The Frogs Asking for a King” and “The Frogs’ Complaint Against the Sun” One day, the Frogs asked Jupiter for a king and so, Jupiter sent them a log. The Frogs sat upon it for quite some time before deciding that it was a lousy ruler… Read more The Frogs, The Sun, and The Moon Or: Why the Sun Sits Alone

“Tell me the part about me again,” Kiya asked as he rolled on the forest floor, the rough feel of the pine needles scratching against his puppy fur. “And the earth made the Shapeshifter. So that the creation could be led by one who truly understands all creatures, and the balance they bring to the… Read more The Leader

When the smell of burning porridge wafted past Goldilocks’ nose, she realized she had stayed on the phone too long. “I’d better go,” she said, hanging up the phone and hurrying to the kitchen. “Drat!” she said when she saw the blackened pot on the stove. “It’s ruined. I’ll have to start all over again.”… Read more Three Bears

She was born only minutes shy of midnight, to a thunderstorm clamouring her arrival. At the very moment her small body wetly slid into the world, her father, waiting outside, saw two bolts of lightning branch out to each other and meet. The sight was terrifying. The sky seemed to split asunder for an instant… Read more Bride of Death

The world shifted when the Ocean first beheld the Moon. The Ocean stretching towards moonlight, the Earth sounding an unheeded warning. On that first night, the Ocean humbled herself, spread wide, ever reaching, hoping to catch the Moon’s light in her depths. Fair Moon revelled in her power. She leaned down to the Ocean, just… Read more Ocean and Moon

There once was a Grand Asylum high on a hill. To get there one only had to travel a winding road through twin rows of tall oak trees. The people of the village below feared the Grand Asylum. It was said the structure was built for a very rich man by perfectly sane people, but… Read more The Grand Asylum

This is how it ends, he becomes a swan. Except that he always was one. Even in that cold bitter winter when the old woman found him shivering in the ditch, so near death. Even as he revived by the heat of her hearth and his small head rose up to meet the watching hard… Read more What Does it Mean to Persist?

When Shlesha had died, nobody had bothered to give her a cremation. When Shlesha had been born, her mother had given her that name, insisted for it. More than enough, it meant. The midwife had implored to change her mind. A name given without consulting the priest, to ascertain what was be appropriate for the… Read more More Than Enough

This child is no friend of darkness. No comfort she finds in the soft glow of nightlights or the stuffed bears and puppies that surround her. The mother’s sweet scent has dissipated with her departure, along with memories of bedtime stories, melodies crooned, prayers and goodnight caresses. The mother retreats to her own bed now:… Read more Of Dreamcatchers and Monster Spray