The ImmorTales – Tannille

Flash Fiction: Blender Magic

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

“That won’t keep vampires out,” said Alexander toying with the stand of garlic hanging on the wall. “Then why the

Hecate, the Greek goddess of crossroads, tapped her foot at the multilane intersection. Her job, much easier during the classic

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