Flash Fiction: The Haunt
It didn’t look like much, but it was theirs — a place for kids to hang out. No adults allowed.
Blogging with The Muse: A Cauldron of Flash Fiction, Short Stories, and Novel Nuggets
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
The Hotel is old, boutique… bohemian. Only the daring walk through her quirky halls. Legends tell of doors swinging on
Writer’s UpDate…Fudge-cakes where does the time go? Can’t believe I haven’t posted for two months! Doesn’t feel that long. October,
The vintage carousel shook off her dust. In mint condition, her days in storage made no sense. The city organisers
The shop looked out of place; its items bohemian at best, sinister at worse — the weird and wacky. Heads
Writer Update:Still Alive! This time of year The Muse takes a holiday. I can only describe September/October as my equivalent