Tag: #microfiction

Beneath the Morrslieb

The moonlit streets were nearly empty, as the wise folk of the town had mostly retreated inside. The few brave souls that ventured out in the stinking darkness were guards, or those with business that was best conducted… Read More

Things Ancient and Obscure

The antique shop door rattles closed behind you. The bell above it makes a half-hearted jingle and falls quickly silent. There is no one to be seen. Wafting from the back comes the scent of decaying incense and… Read More