Janelle was asleep the night that someone stole Wednesday. She’d gone to bed Tuesday night, quite pleased with herself because she’d managed to stay up…
Fantasy writer and illustrator
Category: Short fiction
Shorter complete works, <50k pages
The old man wished he were as confident as he led people to believe. Or maybe not. Maybe that level of confidence would be dangerous.…
There she was, on the counter. Oh, I’d make something solid too, no problem, but this was my morning star, my forbidden fruit… but not today.