100 Faces in 100 Stories — No85 — You must have heard this story a thousand times. Now you want to make it a thousand-and-one times? All right. Let’s revisit Princess Stardust in her faraway galaxy. Grab your gear and buckle up. The asteroid belt is never kind to stray wayfarers. It was an ordinary night on the…

Can you make a castle out of short-short stories? — For the other anthologies thus far: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Thank you for joining me for another Microstory Anthology! I’m trying not to spam everyone with these, but I have quite the backlog at the moment with having written over seventy (!!) microstories as of this…

100 Faces in 100 Stories — No84 — I loved her the way the sun loves summer, its light reaching for flowers to make each one bloom. I always reached for her as if she were the one who could bring meaning to my sorry life. The only problem? I knew her only through the dreams I had…

100 Faces in 100 Stories — No83 — When I first saw her, it was as if she were the labyrinth I had been waiting to find all my life. I could imagine it would take me till my dying day to uncover all the mysteries of her, one step at a time. But then I blinked and…

100 Faces in 100 Stories — No82 — I told her I wouldn’t be her fall guy anymore. But Riviera looked at me with those star-bright eyes of hers and leaned in close enough that I could smell her rosewater perfume. “It’s just one last heist, Victor,” she said. “Don’t you want to see what we can do? This is the opportunity of a lifetime.” I muttered something about curses and jail time, but Riviera just smirked.

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100 Faces in 100 Stories — No80 — In another universe, I might have been friends with a girl like Glacia Tempest. She would have been a normal girl — far from the feeds, the following, and the lure of influencer trends — and maybe in that parallel world we could have understood each other. Instead, I was…

100 Faces in 100 Stories — No79 — I could have told you the long history of the Bluebeards, but you’ve probably heard enough from the tales run rampant through the hills. Mad blood — that’s what they always say in their whispers in the shops and taverns. And they aren’t quite wrong about it all. The girl remains the saddest part of the Bluebeard family’s legacy. She didn’t know any better. She met a handsome young man — Ronan Bluebeard — and thought Lady Fortune had smiled upon her.

I still have the polaroid of us from that summer. — The July heat always reminded me of us. I could close my eyes and go back to the flare of that welcome warmth as it poured over us in waves. That day in your dad’s pickup truck, it would have been so easy just to reach out for you and…