Short Fiction: The Secret Elf Village

Deep in the enchanted forest, nestled in the shimmering glade, was an elf village. Happily, and unbeknown to nearly all the other woodland creatures, the elves went about their daily business. In the morning they picked baskets full of melodious merryberries, then washed them in the sparkling harmony stream. The elves laid the glistening berries... Continue Reading →

Poem: Mouldy Orange

Once glory of the fruit bowl, In your youth you were the crowning jewel, But too many times passed over, Withered your rind, embittered your juice.   Bananas went before you, Apples, passionfruit and even a pear, And you were left behind, A snack unchosen, moulding in despair.   Eyes drawn to your beauty, Now... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Strawberries and Manslaughter

Gavin St. Grosby was a freelance fruit picker, one of the best. He specialised in strawberries, but he could pick just about anything; it was a gift. His family disapproved of his choice of vocation; his father hadn’t spoken to him in years. St. Grosby men were traditionally either senators or unemployed anti-whaling protestors. Due... Continue Reading →

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