Urban Fantasy – Page 4

Flash Fiction: The Wishing Chair

The old wood chair sat alone… in the snow. Once a set of six, now a set of none. For

The children turned out the light and waited under their covers, their shoes ready. Peter Pan always came… when good

“What happened to you?” Brown trampled through The Fairy Express, cursing in naughty four-letter words he taught small children as

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

The sun broke through the grey clouds, creating an opening between heaven and earth. The valkyrie speed on her pegasus.

The nymph watched beneath the water. Her body, a shimmery dark mass under nature’s mirror. On the bank, a young