Category: Short Stories


  • The Drifter’s Journey

    The village of Staple Green clattered with the rhythm of practical hustle.   It was a place defined by the sharp clang of hammers on iron, the sounds of livestock in […]

  • A Sunset Tale of 3 tails

    The midday sun sat heavy over the meadow where Buttercup and his young trio were grazing. “Can you head back and check on Mum? I’ll be a tad later,” he […]

  • The Goat of All Fears – Finale

    “The ground didn’t just shake,” Buttercup said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “It groaned.  For a heartbeat, Zamba stood frozen, the same fear that had hampered him at […]

  • The Goat of All Fears – Part 2

    “The lantern was dead,” Buttercup whispered. “Total blackness. Zamba’s hooves felt like lead as he fumbled with the lantern, his grip slippery with the cold sweat of a goat who […]

  • The Goat of All Fears – Part 1

    “I’d have headbutted it right off the cliff!” Bramble roared, charging a defenceless pine stump with a crack that echoed through the crags. He shook his head, dizzy but grinning […]

  • The Magpie Who Stole Shadows

    Marble glared at Cecil. Cecil had turned the sun-drenched pond into his own stage; The swan’s serene grace only amplified Marble’s rage. “Look at him,” Marble muttered. “White as morning […]

  • The Day After The World Broke

    The silence was a presence. Not the restful silence of a house in the dead of night, but the vast, deafening quiet that had settled over the world after the […]

  • A Case of The Grumps

    A Case of The Grumps

    The morning started all wrong. Instead of his usual proud call to the sun, Reginald the Rooster let out a grumpy, strained croak. “That’s not right,” Professor Hoot hooted from […]

  • The Librarian’s Unveiling

    The air in the Great Library of Alexandria was thick with the scent of papyrus and incense. Apollonius of Rhodes, the esteemed head librarian, adjusted his spectacles, the weight of […]

  • The Great Food Escape

    The early morning light was just beginning to touch the fast-food parking lot.  Sid, a bundle of stress and rumpled feathers, rummaged through a half-open bin, his beak clattering against […]