The Hearth Fire Affair: Vanilla, Part 3

Into the Storm Hello again, dear readers! We’re back with the third installment and things are heating up (ironically, just as our heroines are about to go out into a freezing storm). Last time, Vera successfully translated centuries-old coordinates into modern GPS data, proving that sometimes the most magical thing in the room is pure mathematical precision. Now she and… Continue reading The Hearth Fire Affair: Vanilla, Part 3

The Hearth Fire Affair: Vanilla, Part 2

The Foundation Survey Welcome back, readers! When we left off, meticulous archivist Vera and wild-hearted witch Fiona were trapped in a pitch-dark archive during the worst storm of the season. The town’s magical Yule Hearth is failing, and they have until dawn to find the original construction plans and fix it. No pressure, right? In today’s installment, we’ll see what… Continue reading The Hearth Fire Affair: Vanilla, Part 2

The Physics of Sequins and Snow

It starts with a little giggle and ends in a good story. In the high-stakes, high-gloss world of avant-garde fashion, “Ned” was not a person; Ned was an event. Ned was six feet of attitude wrapped in architectural neoprene and vintage silk. Ned was the reason feathers were back in season for men’s activewear. Ned was, legally and historically, a… Continue reading The Physics of Sequins and Snow

A Taste for Justice

13 of 13 Short Stories Before Halloween Well, that’s it. 13 stories. I hope you enjoyed this exercise. I may write another tomorrow…we shall see. It has been a busy week. Have a Happy Halloween! “What a wonderful thing humanity is: passionate, intelligent, inquisitive, generous, full of hope and joy, noble of spirit, and above all, delicious.” Delilah paused in… Continue reading A Taste for Justice

Graveyard Shift

12 of 13…I think October 31st, 2025 The new ghost materialized in the middle of the cemetery at 11:47 PM, which was exactly thirteen minutes before Frank Delaney’s scheduled rounds of the Victorian section. She was young, maybe twenty-five, wearing a security company polo shirt with a dark stain spreading across the collar. Her eyes were wild, panicked, darting around… Continue reading Graveyard Shift