Flash Fiction: Apollo’s Revenge
Apollo sat on his Olympian cloud and sighed. Mortals ceased looking up to him. What’s the meaning of life? He
Month: November 2020
Flash Fiction: Numb
TANNILLE: Why is everything I write crap? So flat, colourless. MUSE: You place too many restrictions on me. No more
Flash Fiction: The Portal
Jumping through the portal seemed like a fantastic idea at the time, it sure beat flying from one end of
Flash Fiction: Discord on the Street
Eris, the goddess of discord, leaned against the stone wall of an ancient alley way and yawned. People walked by
Tannille 