This evening, he will not worry about it (650-word fiction)

Folastar has been keeping an eye on locations that might work for the school he dreams of. There are plenty of derelict and disused buildings in his home town and other impoverished areas under the domain of Meithsal authorities. But he has always seen, at a glance, just how many of these buildings are beyond…

Neighbours and friends lined up to congratulate him (1,400-word fiction)

Folastar smiles as he soars above Meithsal and heads towards its hinterlands, his heart lifting, as it always does when he is on his way home. He has adjusted to the jagged skyline and the dizzying spires – the peaks of which he can barely see when he looks up – and the aerial ships…

We Never Made it (800-word fiction)

Freya’s bags are in the hall, lined up in order of size. I don’t know why. Just gave me something to do, I suppose. I while away the hours until she arrives, intermittently working (a quiet afternoon, by IT support standards – I only end up having to ask three people whether they’ve tried turning…

She wishes she could send some comfort his way (1,300-word fiction)

A continuation of my Ballroom Project saga! The part of the story that occurs right before this scene can be read here. When Surtha arrives, he is ordered to sit before his father and the rest of the family. Orvec is seated to his right, with his bride Beneth alongside him and her family, the…