The ImmorTales – Tannille

Flash Fiction: Don’t Piss Off Grandma

Grandma loved her garden. She always pottered about attending to something. Sometimes I followed along, listening to stories of the

The old sea-themed restaurant, Sharks, sits on the docks. Its mascot hangs from the ceiling and its walls are covered

The muse came home after a hard day at work. Her jaw dropped. Burgled! All the colours were stolen from

They call The Malefica witches… or worse. Their mystique is charming, yet terrifying. From time to time, the locals point

No one believed Tiffany. She didn’t do it. She never did. Bob, always damn Bob. One slight problem — no

The island became plagued with the flu. Jude, being the local doctor, heard all the moans and groans. None worse

Painted by muses. Only the special see the world beyond the mural. Step into the forest if you dare. Most

“Should we?” “It’s tempting. But the last time you threw someone overboard, they couldn’t swim. My ears still ring from

Ruins: such mystery, a majestic command of times bygone. Once my home, now rubble. The Romans came. The Romans destroyed.

Pearl Alley thrived. The local dress shop catered to the nudists. Jude and Coen stripped off their gear and stored

The sky cried — cruel and unforgiving. “Ah crap, one line and I’m blocked… Muse? No gods, fairies, or other

The waves came rolling in, a reflection of her mood. The beating heart of the ocean throbbed in time with