“Grow damn you.” Toni gave the wilting plant a stern look, hoping she could somehow revive it with a little tough love. Paul had said something weeks ago, about talking and plants, but she hadn’t been paying attention. Not that Paul ever held her attention; if it had been Joey, well… No, actually she wouldn’t…
Daily Snippit: Urban/Suburban Fantasy
The stone sucked the light from the room in a gasping sigh, sending the band deeper into darkness with each breath. It was a startling visual paradox, the stone that glowed sun-bright, but lit nothing. There was an uncomfortable silence as the group took in the new disaster. “New rule: no touching the nifty glowing…
Daily Snippit: Other Fiction
It seemed silly in retrospect, after all no one wanted people to be unhappy. It they could tell, through testing and observation, that a child had an aptitude and love for things mechanical, would it have been fair not to give them that chance? Or another who’s love of numbers and mathematics meant she was…
Daily Snippit: Urban/Suburban Fantasy
Brownie was not a bad horse, he just wasn’t a very good horse either. He would trot, and walk, and canter (when pushed), and on a good day he even held still when you tried to get on him. He bucked (some), reared (rarely), bolted (seldom), and confined most of his misbehaving to refusing to…
Daily Snippit: High/Second World Fantasy
If she had only planned ahead, she could have blamed it on Cilarni. Dobca drummed her heels against the wooden bench and glared at the cell’s stone floor. She could have said the magician had asked her to buy the poisonous herbs, or that he’d tricked her, or that she’d been sleepwalking, or… anything would…