Short flash fiction — Most people think you only live once, and when you die, that’s the end of it. There’s no second chances. But that’s not true. At least not for me. I’ve died more times than I can remember. And each time, at first I don’t remember. But then it comes back…

A short story — “The crazies think it was time travel. Can you believe it? Whoever heard of something so…well, crazy,” The young officer, who was the first on scene, shot a hesitant look at his superior, trying to gauge what his reaction would be. That’s preposterous!” Captain Edward Trew shouted louder than was…

A short story — Gideon moved back a few feet, sliding along the smooth metal easily to give her room to climb down. Elisha held onto one of the spikes of the dragon’s back, and another hand moved to a large bolt and she gripped it tightly before moving her hand from the sharp…

A short story — A Heart of Steel By Caitlin McColl Disclaimer: The quote: A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us is from philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche. Dragons didn’t exist. Not in the real, living, breathing sort of way, and for that Gideon was thankful. …

A short story — They moved swiftly, almost at a near run, Gideon’s eyes looking everywhere as they walked. …

A short story — Gideon opened his eyes, narrowed into slits from the sunlight that streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. …

a steampunk story The tall stone building stained dark with age stood out like a beacon among the squat white buildings of the surrounding city. Rue shivered as she walked past it and pulled the thin, long-sleeved workman’s shirt tightly around her. She glanced up at the gargoyle perched on…

A short story Martin Knightsbridge lives underground in a city that is segregated depending on what part of ‘The Tree’ you were born. Born in The Roots, he has never been to ‘The Branches’. Where there’s a will… Chapter 1 — Just a Feeling Armistice Wells knew he was going…

a steampunk short story Oh no, she thought. This can’t be good. A sharp laugh echoed around her and she snapped her head up. “Thankfully you’re not a detective!” The voice floated toward her through the gloom. Anise didn’t think she’d spoken aloud. She could barely see in the dim…