Barrel of Breadcrumbs

Category: Flash Fiction Fridays

  • Mourning

    It was a happy time. All around me there were celebrations and festivals being planned, banners being strewn up, breads being baked, children learning little plays to put on. I should have been happy, too. The great and fearsome knight Llywelyn had defeated the dark mage Balizar, the great death, the necromancer that had been…

  • Schroedinger’s Summons

    So you’ve either summoned a horrible, world-ending demon, or a chipmunk? And you won’t know until you open the summoning portal again? “Yes.” I shouldn’t need to tell you that this is a failing grade for the course. “No, no, I figured that. I just want you to fix it and I’ll retake the class…

  • The Meet-Cute

    I couldn’t believe it. Two months of waiting for the local apothecary to get this specific flower in stock, one that was picked on the other side of the world at the height of the fourth full moon. And here was some kid, claiming that it was his. I was the only witch for a…

  • The Magician

    The graceful stroke of a brush, the flowing line of ink following in its wake. Lines crisscrossing on what amounted to paper this far away from Earth. Alessia dipped the brush into the next color—blue, for a successful terraforming—as the crowd looked on in appreciation. Her little stand at the market on base always drew…