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Welcome to this week’s installment of many micro stories, ranging in length from 100 words to 500 words.
With each story we hope to deliver a little whimsy into the lives of our readers.
THE BEAUTY’S PRICE
In the fae realm, Eloise’s beauty was both a gift and a curse. She was blessed by the gods with skin like the moonlight and eyes that held the dawn.
But no matter where she looked, the curse spread: those who look at her for too long would be trapped in endless dreams, unable to wake.
Eloise would weep under the hollow tree, longing to be free of the curse.
One night, she found her way out of the curse, by losing her beauty forever, by finding true love.
Now, everybody looks at her differently, she walks among the mortals, her soul free of grief. Some gifts corn at a high price.
If you enjoyed this story you can find it and more in the Hawthorn & Ash 2023 anthology.
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Welcome to this week’s installment of many micro stories, ranging in length from 100 words to 500 words.
With each story we hope to deliver a little whimsy into the lives of our readers.
KEEP YOUR MOUTH CLOSED
“What is your greatest desire?”
Katy pinched her lips. She focused on the swirling black smoke, unable to speak.
The handsome djinn offered riches and servitude, but she remained frozen in agonising fear.
That beard. Thick and braided like oiled rope, it beckoned her closer.
When Katy didn’t approach, it coiled in a spiral, the loose ends forming a head that hissed and snarled. The viper stretched and elongated…closing in.
Lightheaded, her guts twisted up, she screamed.
The braid unraveled. Thick tendrils slithered down her throat; suffocating smoke enveloped her whole body, and the wicked djinn possessed his new vessel.
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