Of Ghosts and Old Doorbells


The old doorbell had been silent for over twenty years. After this house was abandoned, people eventually stopped coming to visit, or even to try and sell things. It had been so long, in fact, that the ghosts started to assume it was too rusty to ever make another sound. Three generations of ghosts dwelled …

Story: Prince of the Haystacks


When the young prince first fled into the barn, he thought it too small and messy for someone of respectable breed to sleep in. Having grown accustomed to feather pillows and silk sheets, he struggled at first to adapt and sleep on the hay. But he was fleeing an angry wizard's curse, so it happened …

The Blue Lady, Conclusion


The city was struck by a plague. The old man spoke these words in such a matter-of-fact tone, and little Abigail accepted them without so much as a question. They made no sense to the ghost listening in, though. Evelyn couldn't remember a plague. “You probably visited the hospital they built to treat the illness,” …

The Faery’s Birthday Gift


There was a long line of frustrated people outside of the movie theater. Rain thumped on colorful umbrellas, for those who cared to pack them. A few had come without umbrellas and were forced to wait in the rain. The weather was so unpredictable nowadays that it was hard to tell when an umbrella was …

Excerpt: A Hundred Pages


These days I really have been procrastinating edits by writing short stories. I'm not sure what I'll do with them all, but some I am really happy with; I will be sharing excerpts. I don't know how long all of them will be, and most will probably be serialized. Briony's story is still in progress, …

Giveaway Story #2: The Sailor’s Son


Here is the second story for the Dissonance giveaway! (If you just found out about this and want to know details about how to win, click here!) Reads for the first story and responses to that question still count, you can find it here! Thanks for joining me, and I hope you enjoy! Again, here …