The Rock Star’s Daughter

She lived her entire life in the shadow of her father. Always referenced, yet never personally spoken about. Her talent always eclipsed by whichever show he was performing next. Never famous enough to feel influential, but too famous to move elsewhere and reinvent herself. Courted by aspiring actors desperate for any claim to fame, or …

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Fairy-tales of Cottontails

Hidden within a copse of evergreens, nestled between the cornfield and the quiet front yard sheltered by a tall lilac hedge, the rabbits had entrenched themselves in the local folklore. Kindred spirits with the fairies, they snacked on dandelions and mushrooms. Alike to cryptids, they would allow themselves to be seen, but disappear the moment …

The Song of Shame

If shame was a song, it would be played on an out of tune piano in a large empty room, the notes painfully, obviously, off key. The melody drifts left, lower, and deeper, and does not return to the right. The simple beat of the chords is a slow thud in the echoing silence. Close …

The Gryphons

there were warnings not to take those paths; never linger near the nests, beware when feathers ruffle, and respect the royal truce but a different king in the castle desiring dangerous convenience decreed garish rewards to those who revealed the monsters muffled, and the land trembled in terror let the legends linger long, the memories …

Silver for Sale (Part 3.5)

For the beginning of the story, click to read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 Recap: Tyla, the royal historian tasked to figure out the mystery of what happened in an abandoned mansion, met Zayn, an opportunistic burglar, in the parlor of the mansion, and suspects that he could be working for the crooked …

Home Office Attire

Mira caressed the blue lace that formed the straps of the skater dress, and smiled at the way that it complimented the shimmery polish that she had on her fingernails. The dress had been stowed in the back of her closet, hanging limply, since she never could have worn it to the office. The hollow …

No Third Wheel Required

Stella opened the letter with great trepidation, scanned it with hopeful eyes, then sighed deeply. It was another rejection, which was somewhat expected, but what made her blood boil was the suggestion to include a love triangle to give her story more conflict and “excitement”. Ugh. She didn’t need the presence of an overused trope …

Don’t You Come Back No More

It was mid-afternoon when Jaclyn loaded the final box, and closed the back of the van. She went through the house one last time, checking for anything forgotten, turning off lights, and closing doors. She swung up into the cab of the moving van, which was noticeably higher off the ground than her car. She’d …

Reconnected to Serenity

The bus wasn’t running that day, so she took the forest path home from work instead. Upon hearing the sound of water cascading over rocks, she decided to take the time to visit her favourite spot. Eyeing the shallow pool of water at the base of the waterfall, she pulled off her socks and shoes, …

The Queen’s Gift

The girls from the human village eagerly peered into the forest, some bouncing up and down in anticipation. When a bright light appeared from within the darkened space, they all respectfully stepped back and cleared the path. The Fairy Queen gracefully flew out, smiling at them. The girls held out cupped hands, and the Queen …