Forest Creatures: Ember – Part Two
Short Story It went on like this for some time. The boy came into the forest each moon and collected the fruit in his basket. Each time the fright eased out of his spine....
Author: Noelle Currie
Forest Creatures: Ember – Part One
Short Story I make it my business to know what goes on in this forest. None of the other lumbering beasts have any desire to pay attention, to watch. But my pursuits are a...
Forest Creatures: Nushka – Part Two
Short Story A tree began to push its way up through the soil in front of the woman. It grew and twisted up into the sky. The branches peeled away from the trunk and...
Forest Creatures: Nushka – Part One
Short Story The creature’s name was Nushka although she didn’t know it yet. She was a child of the forest and her name was whatever tune the wind decided to whistle. Her name...
Stage Direction
Poem Kiss (rewind) Act three comes every night. It’s (soft) fleeting, but my first in years. Hands stroking my hips (nails chewed to the quick). I’m not yours. Was I ever (the sort to...
The Ocean And I At The End Of The World
Poem I was there- where the sand starts to spill over, My toes splayed out across the cold tar, The marram grass combing the sky in riots. I was there with the sea in...
O is for Orphan
It seems that the sea is home after all. I labored on the churning brine since boyhood, hauling in the bulging nets, scraping my hands on the antiquated equipment, lulled to sleep by the...
Son of a Witch – Sam
Sam would become the true friend Gio had so ardently wished for when he was twelve. Sam has been to hell three separate times and all he got were some lousy scars. He goes out...
Son of a Witch – Agnes
Short Fiction Do you want the short version or the long one? Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter. It’s not my story so I don’t really get a say in how it...
Rosemary’s Heart
Rosemary walked around with her right palm pressed over her chest. She was beautiful and I was not the only man who loved her. She stood against walls at parties, a slight smile on...
High Rises
Poem High rises grow from the city like weeds. Concrete is supple soil if the gardener is nurturing and ruthless. Living things need both to blossom. The fruit the buildings bare drips down...
Shimmer Girl
Poem I knew a girl once sly as time sneaking by right under your nose, ticking and tocking and counting breaths till death. She dressed in a black slink and rubbed her eyes...
Drummer Boy
Poem I knew a boy once, tall as a bell tower blew past six feet like an acquaintance in the super market he didn’t feel much like talking to. Played drums, of all...
Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Six
Serial Fantasy “We are to leave soon, Little Thing,” Ice said lazily one evening while freezing little flowers beside her until the red petals dried and cracked apart. “You must take your heart...
Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Five
Fantasy “Would you like to know the secret?” Little Thing nodded. “If you can survive submerging yourself in this spring I will tell you and then I will make love to you.” The...
Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Four
Fantasy The immortals served their sentences and paid no head to the fact Little Thing was overhearing. For in their eyes, Little Thing was just that. A little human, meek and powerless, there...
Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Three
Serial Fantasy “Oh, hello there, little thing,” the immortal said at the sight of her. “Is that mine?” The human gestured to the red fruit in the immortal’s hand. She was a clever...
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