short fantasy
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The legend of Siren Lake was only known to a handful of villages in the region. Scarcely a half-kilometer in circumference the lake lay isolated on the edge of a moor, just beyond the territory of the villages surrounding it. No village expressed interest in claiming the lake as their own, and no farmer dared
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When she first say him, he was sleeping under and ancient pine tree. Intrigued by his silver fur and powerful form she ached to move closer, to become a part of him. Enveloping him in an armless embrace, he felt nothing but the caresses of a strong breeze. His eyes opened, golden and alert
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Neighbors- a flash-fictions urban fantasy I must have missed the moving truck, but I saw lights in the windows last night. Since I moved into the neighborhood 2 years ago, that house has been dark. I could only assume that someone moved in, but I’m not the kind of person who brings a casserole to
Bringing Mae Flowers 