A 50-word micro fiction from my Scottish Gothic Collection inspired by the beautifully haunting landscapes in The Borders, Scotland.

A 50-word micro fiction from my Scottish Gothic Collection inspired by the beautifully haunting landscapes in The Borders, Scotland.
Annie recognized the insidious grin on her dad’s face. The same ominous expression the mailman had before he took his phantom form and dissolved into
She moved through the streets with swift determination. Down Faulkner Street, then a right on Martin until The Crooked Crone came into view. The morning
For the third time today, the word sign stole my attention. First, I woke to an old song touting signs were everywhere. I didn’t take any particular
Crimshaw Payne was Crow. Not full-blooded, or even half, but she had enough of her ancestor’s blood in her veins to feel the Great Spirit flow