Very Short Original Stories
The fairy's face was delicate, and although she was unable to cry, her eyes were raw. Kneeling by the dead girl, she turned her white face upon a gothic looking boy who stood at the back of the crowd behind a counter. His face was young, and he had long, lank black hair. - ‘You could do this’, she said quietly, almost pleading.
Read MoreStanding there, as bold as brass, was a witch as tall as the door - taller even - and she did not looked pleased. Indeed, her expression was remarkably disagreeable.
Read MoreThe girl stared at him with something akin to incandescent rage, or was it chronic constipation? From his earlier resurrection cases the he had found both scenarios to be good guesses.
Read MoreIt was lucky for Lilly that she did not wake up. For standing next to her bed, hidden from all adult eyes, was a witch of the night. She, was a creature of cold cruelty, and she bore a pathological hatred for all children.
Read MoreThe one black eye of the raven queen blinked for the first time in a hundred years. Anger grew inside the bird as, from high in the forest’s branches, she felt the quiet whispers of the highwayman crawl their way up the bark of the tallest trees.
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