Here you will find the links to all the short stories I post!
Trigger warning: This story contains abuse (physical and emotional), murder, and suicide attempts.
I was born with blood on my hands. It still stains my skin now, no matter how hard I try to rid myself of it.
Rose of Shannon–Every year I could remember, five people were sent invitations to meet the faerie queen. One morning I found mine under my pillow, perfectly folded with a wax rose for a seal.
Empty Pages-When the characters escape from the library books, can the lowly volunteer put them back in time?