A small story, about the kiss of true love and other enchantments, Breaking the Enchantment, now up at Daily Science Fiction.
And now, it’s live on the web: my short story The Girl and the House, aka what happens when a little writer reads far far far too many Gothic novels back in high school. Years later, you have this.
Double publication day for me, with two stories now available for purchase. They’ll both be up on the web eventually, but I thought people might want an early look.
First up, “Gorilla in the Streets,” in Diabolical Plots, Year Five, with stories from me, Beth Cato, Nin Harris and more, available from Amazon and Kobo. This story is one of my personal favorites – it deals with some accessibility issues, but also, and this is very important, it’s about a gorilla.
Second, “The Girl and the House, in Nightmare, my personal response to reading waaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too many of those Gothic novels featuring, well, a Girl and a House. My ending is just a touch darker than some of those novels. The individual issue can be purchased here, but I strongly recommend subscribing to Nightmare if you’re into horror at all – it’s a much better deal than buying individual issues. If like me you’re toting along a Samsung Galaxy, the Weightless Books subscription seemed to be the easiest format.
Another small fairy tale from me up at Daily Science Fiction today, where I ask the all important question:
What happened to everyone attached to the Golden Goose after its owner married the princess?
Read it here.
My latest little flash fairy tale, Mercy, just popped up at Daily Science Fiction.
It’s not often that I get to talk about even one reprint, much less two, but today is that day, with two pieces finding new homes.
First, my flash fiction story, “We Need To Talk About the Unicorn in Your Back Yard,” which originally appeared over at Daily Science Fiction, is now available at Toasted Cake, a podcast focusing on flash fiction pieces.
And second, my poem, “Do Not Imagine,” which originally appeared in Future Lovecraft, is now available in A Visitor’s Guide to the Void, a guidebook to a larger performance project which also includes a rather cool interactive poetic oracle.
Another tiny story from me up at Daily Science Fiction today, Memories of Monsters. Enjoy!
New from me today at Daily Science Fiction, my little tale The Sword, about that legend of putting a sword in the bed to ensure chastity…..
Today is, by decree fee, the day of the watermaidens – and this year, the watermaidens intend to invite a unicorn or two to their celebrations.
Such invitations are rare events – sometimes happening only once a century, if then. It is not that the watermaidens dislike unicorns, precisely – indeed, some have even opened their springs and ponds and lakes to the delicate yet wild creatures from time to time, when the unicorns need to refresh themselves in cold water. A few watermaidens have even entered into long friendships with unicorns, guarding the creatures with their magics, or beckoning young people to come closer, and place their chests against a unicorn’s horn.
But watermaidens, like unicorns, tend to be solitary creatures, and when not solitary, tend to enjoy certain activities not entirely approved of by the more proper unicorns. Not that all unicorns demand chastity – far from it – but many of the older and more traditional unicorns do feel that it is their duty to uphold the standards associated with them. And although few watermaidens continue to practice their ancient art of dragging mortals down into the water depths – in part because many of them have no depths to drag mortals into – the very existence of that tradition causes even the most frivolous, unconventional unicorns to shudder. Nor do watermaidens, for the most part, care to venture into the deepest parts of the forests and meadows where unicorns hide or dance – they are not comfortable leaving their waters for long.
(Indeed, even on this day, many watermaidens will remain under their frozen lakes, or hide in seafoam – they prefer their comforts, those watermaidens.)
This, of course, makes it rather hard to invite the unicorns to their celebrations. Without knowing precisely where the unicorns live – and with no safe way to travel there – messages must be sent instead. And the watermaidens, of course, have never been overly fond of paper and pen – paper tends to disintegrate, if in their hands for too long. A few of them do have cell phones – but those phones rarely survive long in their watery grasps. Most birds cannot be trusted to send messages.
The watermaidens have their ways of leaving messages on starlight and the wind, on moonlight and clouds.
And they know how to sing to the unicorns.
So as you travel today, keep an eye out. That white flash – that gleam of light – it might be nothing more than a reflection of sunlight, or some creation of mortals, or an optical illusion.
Or it might just be a watermaiden dancing with a unicorn.