To celebrate, you can go read my new story “How Love Works” at Stupefying Stories!
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You can read and comment on “Jealous Idols,” at Kaleidotrope.
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For Savannah Angry, frozen snowflakes hissed against Derrick’s window. Cold seeped through cracks in his Dad’s stupid, sagging house and gathered around his ankles. He pulled his afghan off the bed and pulled it to his chin. The scratchy yarn smelled like gingerbread and sage incense. Like […]
Finding Christmas
For Daksha and Eesha Maya clutched her father’s hand as he wandered through the fair. New sights, sounds, and smells bombarded her. The scents of fried dough, powdered sugar, hot sausage, and cotton candy warred with manure, sweat, and machine oil. All around, people barked […]
Everyone’s a Winner
Sosondowah stood by the entrance to the Goddess of Dawn’s lodge and kept watch. He watched the stars wheel overhead. He watched the owls fly silently through the night air. He watched for foes that he knew would never come. The only thing he truly guarded was Dawn’s […]
To the Dawn Star
Gail flopped down onto the new grass, peeled off her shoes, and dangled her feet into the frigid rushing water. She closed her eyes. Warm sunlight spread across her cheeks, and the brook’s burble joined with the singing birds and buzzing bees in a lovely springtime symphony. […]
May Flowers
For Marilla Cathair piled wood on his lonely Beltane fire. At home, everyone would be drinking and dancing, celebrating the spring. His heart ached. Fial was dead, and Cathair was exiled, but time moved on without them. The accusation of fratricide, falling from Neasa’s lips, had wounded […]
A Beltane Dance
There was only one present left under the tree, and it wasn’t big enough to be the racetrack that Billy wanted. It’d been the only thing he’d asked for this year, too. Well, not the only thing, but the only important thing. His parents should have known that. He fought […]
Christmas Present
The antique store smelled like old leather and furniture polish. Dahlia wandered between the chairs and desks to the back wall, where knickknacks rested on dusty shelves. She picked up a duck carved out of dark blue stone. The duck was cool and heavy, and it made her fingers tingle. […]
Magical Duck
The woodsman stared at the red velvet heart that rested in his tin palm. He hadn’t thought of himself as Nick Chopper for a long time. He wondered if he really wanted that name back–if he even wanted the life he’d been working to win back for so long. But […]