The Librarian had warned her. The instant she wasn’t chained, the books would feed. They had fed in this place for centuries, from time immemorial, when ancient scribes had hunched, spidery and squeezed, over books on the desks that said…
The Librarian had warned her. The instant she wasn’t chained, the books would feed. They had fed in this place for centuries, from time immemorial, when ancient scribes had hunched, spidery and squeezed, over books on the desks that said…
“A person starts hearing their pet’s thoughts and discovers a dark secret…“ That was the writing prompt I got a few weeks ago at a writers’ group. I didn’t like this story when I first wrote it, but quite like…
An old love story, retold. I could never get the beginning of this story right. Did I finally get it? (The Proud Princess is still percolating… but I think another part is coming soon!) She woke in the rain, in…
You are cruel, she wrote. You are stronger than cruelty, he replied. * In the present, a woman languishes in a dungeon cell whose windows look out upon a cursed king’s dead lovers. In the past, a little girl kneels…
As twilight welled out of the day, his music welled out of the night. It played through her hair, her breath, and wound windingly around her heart… luring her near, inviting her in… Continuing the fairy tale which I started…
Something happened when I went running last night that terrified me. It made me realize both how precarious life can be and how sheltered and fortunate I’ve been thus far not to have encountered such threats before. I’m sure it’s…
His skeleton hands scraped disturbingly pleasantly across her cheek, and scraped through her hair, and his rough-tongued words scraped near her ear: “I will always find you.” Continuing the fairy tale which I started in Czech, which veers like a…
“Fascinating as this is,” Darian physically stepped in between them, the skeleton half of his face in a grinning rictus while the half with skin was grimacing, “we’ve gotten off topic. Damarishka, were you hurt in the fall, or when…
“How can you grouse at me now, Cat?”“There is always time for grousing, my lady!” The dragon wheeled backward again. “Cease and desist!”“I don’t know magic!”“Very obviously you do.” Forward the dragon flew as Damarishka fell and Whisker groused onward.…
This luckless story got narrated by yours truly. What parts of the narration do you like? Don’t be mean! I am a fragile person. If you want to read it, the text is below! (The story is an old one,…

Click here to read and download (for free) the story of a cursed girl who cannot die and finds a bruised boy under her roses every day...