Flash Fiction: American Graffiti 2.0
The children skipped along the old street stained with graffiti. They mulled around an authentic decades-old bench table and parked
Blogging with The Muse: A Cauldron of Flash Fiction, Short Stories, and Novel Nuggets
The children skipped along the old street stained with graffiti. They mulled around an authentic decades-old bench table and parked
The little funky old shack was a family kept secret. A rite of passage. Each generation gave the pad their
Background:Recently, I discovered the wonderful world of NFTs. In short, for those who don’t know (I didn’t), NFTs are collectable
Bob, the elf, stretched out his limbs and yawned as the bud of his lily opened and embraced the sun.
Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite met up for brunch. The goddesses reminisced over the good old days when the gods reined
It didn’t look like much, but it was theirs — a place for kids to hang out. No adults allowed.
The ancient ruins stood strong and proud. The precision cutting of large bricks stumped historians. Evolution suggested the population only
Note:Our favourite naughty fairies return. More stories can be read under ‘The Fairy Express‘ tab. *~* The sun tucked herself
The restaurant echoed with magic and the chants from joyful people. Souls, happy to mingle and be together. Light shone
The waves came rolling in, a reflection of her mood. The beating heart of the ocean throbbed in time with