Catalina was feeding her grandmother when ocean waves swelled bringing news of her brother Tamas, long gone on a misguided sailing expedition. The blustery winds of the high seas played mischief with the pious families of the village, spreading rumours and lies, twisting and winding them up like a chroniker with no hands. Today it… Read more The Sad Misfortune of Naive Catalina and her Sinister Grandmother
A priest returned to his home after a long journey and found it inhabited by demons. They climbed his walls, hung from his ceiling, emptied his cupboard with their endless hunger. They shit everywhere, and sickened the priest with their gruesome habits. The priest tried beating them with a broom, but they would not budge.… Read more House of Demons
The abalones were migrating to the sea. Bob knew he was supposed to stop for them at the crossing, but he had a business appointment. After a few minutes of waiting for them to get out of his way he grew impatient and began inching his car forward. Surely, the abalones would see him coming… Read more Miracle
He was so large he couldn’t walk, but she fell in love with him anyway. His home was a giant tent that sat in the center of the village. She was just one of a small army who fed him, washed him, and combed his long golden hair. One night, as he sat cross-legged in… Read more To Kiss the Golden-Haired Giant
Two brothers regarded the pea on its tiny dais in its cabinet in the museum. “Is it very old?” the younger asked. “Almost one hundred years,” the elder replied. “It is impossible. Shall we now proceed to an inn? I would speak more about our plans for this business partnership you propose. And I would discuss these matters of importance whilst… Read more The Pea
The craggy back acre was unusable. But I would often climb the rocky slope and step into its tree-lined grotto. From the central hollow a little spring swelled out and meandered down to my back lawn, seeping into the grass. In the shaded dim, the rough-barked trees seemed to echo my thoughts back toward me,… Read more The Spring
¿Recuerdas las historias que mamí nos contaba cuando estábamos chiquitas? Las historias que nos contaba cuando cruzabamos el puente a Roma de la casa de guelita Laya en Miguel Alemán – como las historias de las sirenitas. Ellas nadaban en el río. Ellas nos iban a cachar y ayudar a la orilla si nos apoyábamos… Read more Witch of the Water Tower
Clouds were gathering around the mountain, sinking the people who lived there into a world of misty silence. Those on the roads slowed down and those out walking turned back. What seemed friendly and expected in clear daylight took on a brooding quality in the mist. In this blurred atmosphere the twisted tree becoming a… Read more The Whispering Doubts
Upon a time once in the renowned cottage inn called Mom’s, just off the good king’s highway halfway hidden by an ample apple orchard alongside the good king’s forest of enchantment in which fables are known to dwell, dwelt the proverbial fairytale family. Mom is an elderly widow woman widowed as so many women widowed… Read more Roses are Red, Snow is White
Mr Roberts was utterly disgusted by life. Somehow, he ended up as a ferryman which meant he saw the worst of humanity, day after day after interminable day. “Vermin!” he’d exclaim, his face contorting to a snarl. “Like a plague. They just keep on coming.” He stopped caring. Unkempt and surly, he’d brandish an oar… Read more A Special Kind of Hell
