The Grimoire of Geillis Goodmoon – Ch. 7
Chapter 7: I’m a Little Teapot Geillis Goodmoon yawned and stretched like a cat, savouring the pleasure of an unhurried Saturday. Stepping into her fluffy-bunny slippers, she shrugged on a robe and...
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Chapter 8: In Which Ms. Goodmoon is Admired Saturday night, and nothing good on TV. Geillis was visiting her mom, and as usual, they couldn’t find anything to watch. And then, the thing that happened...
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Chapter 9: Caught Red-headed If anyone saw me doing this, Geillis thought, they’d think I’m a lunatic! The hammer glanced off the corner of the brick she was hitting, straight onto her thumb. The witch...
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Chapter 10: Stay Wild, Moon Child! Geillis Goodmoon loved the rain. The sun, not so much. She was too fair-skinned to be spending much time in the sun; more than fifteen or twenty minutes and she...
View ArticleThe Grimoire of Geillis Goodmoon – Ch. 11
Chapter 11: None of Your Beeswax Geillis Goodmoon stood in the candle aisle of the natural foods store, breathing in the sweet, honeyed scent of beeswax. Every time she came across a display of candles...
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View ArticleThe Grimoire of Geillis Goodmoon – Ch. 12
Chapter 12: The Grimoire of Geillis Goodmoon Geillis was helping her mother tidy up the spare bedroom in her little condo. As with most folks, it was more of a storage locker than a bedroom, collecting...
View ArticleApples and Oil Lamps
Find the secret messages lurking in this ghost-story-without-a-ghost! The sixty-something woman struggled along the broken sidewalk, kerchief threatening escape as she head-butted the raking autumn...
View ArticleVisionary – Friday Fictioneers
Another headache. She looks up from her knitting; the grey blur makes it hard to read the news ticker on TV. Hours waiting for the specialist. Umpteen dye tests and scans. Painful, expensive injections...
View ArticleStealth Velvet – Friday Fictioneers
Born on the streets to generations of cheats and thieves, I was custom-made for crime. Small and lean, I’d mastered the furtive art of getting what I wanted, my hapless victims none the wiser. I knew...
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Mirror
Photo prompt © Ted Strutz Jessie wasn’t beautiful, but that old portrait, circa 1916, was hauntingly lovely. Several years before she married Grandpa, she’d posed serenely for the photographer,...
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Conflicted – Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt © Todd Foltz “Why did you go vegan?” he asked around a mouthful of burger. “Vegetarian,” she corrected. “Nothing with a face, but I still eat eggs and dairy.” “So no fish, then.” Sigh....
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Signs & Sigils – Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt © Dale Rogerson The autumn woods smelt of dead leaves, fungus and woodsmoke. The cottage was tiny, had seen better days, and huddled uncomfortably against crowding yews. She gripped the...
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