An ongoing microfiction series about a town, a lake, and a whole lot of weirdness. Updates MWF.
The Sunken Gardens, once finished, refused to stop sinking. Canyons of potting soil and tanbark rose above their beds and knitted into a canopy. Gardeners learned to cultivate glowing mushrooms and rich veins of goldenrod ore within the new Buried Gardens.
Accidental libraries developed wherever mislaid books congregated. They formed whispering, fluttering swarms around park benches and in the back rows of cross city buses. Librarians roamed the city tending to them, relocating them when requested, harvesting the amber knowledge they produced.
Aisha, freelance witch, certainly doesn’t have any work to keep her busy lately. That specter has cast a pall over her normally cheery, if unpredictable, life. The offer of a potluck and a new friend couldn’t come at a better time. Meeting Ben’s art buddy could be just the distraction she needs. By dessert, Aisha thinks she might make it through this with no intrusive thoughts and only minimal babbling on her part.
It’s all fun and mug cakes until the microwave explodes, turning the kitchen into a battlefield. Something more than packing boxes has started lurking in the corners of the apartment. Something dark just moved in the periphery of Aisha’s vision. Something plans to drive them out and steal a home for itself. And whether this is a paying gig or not, stopping it is going to keep Aisha very busy.
Witch For Hire Series #2
Darby-on-the-Sea has all the usual features of a small village: market days, a churning rumor mill, a few local celebrities, a monster-haunted rock out in the bay. What it doesn’t have is much use for outsiders. Then Minna stumbles into town, groping toward the possibility of a friendly voice and shelter. Blindfolded, road-filthy, and still hiding from the misfortune that drove her from her home, Minna has no choice but to throw herself on their mercy.
Pinewood arrives just in time to save Minna from the help and grasping hands of the local cheat. Regarded as a hero, Pinewood has the villagers’ awe, room to spare in their cottage, and origins more shrouded in mystery than Minna’s own. Minna cannot resist Pinewood’s kindness, but with a secret like hers, a hero may be the last thing Minna needs.
Aisha would do just about anything–including staying up all night with her crystal ball–to find work as the neighborhood witch in her new town. When her cat brings a robotic mouse and opportunity to her door, Aisha will finally get her chance. But a washing machine with attitude will test her skills and her patience. Can she figure out its problem, impress a neighbor, and maybe make a friend?
Witch For Hire Series #1
For Irina, the routines of corporate space exploration–lunching on a food paste tube, sending messages in bottles across the void to her employers, and vying with a video game for her partner’s attention during transit–just ended. The moment her ship passes through the warp point, Irina finds herself flung into the kind of boredom-ending uncertainty that could get her, her partner, and her robot killed.
Robot Daughter and Other Stories, a collection of science fantasy flash fiction.
What if you could have the body of your dreams? What if you ended up with the body of someone else’s dreams? What if you had to walk away from everything you knew just to make it to tomorrow?
Seven people find ways to make it to that tomorrow in a world where high-tech avatars offer an alternative to human bodies, but there is always a price to pay.
SSBB is a livejournal-based community for explicit m/m romance stories, with twice yearly specials for f/f stories. It’s not fanfiction; it’s all original fiction (or plausibly deniable rule-benders). It is absolutely brilliant, full of amazing authors. It’s also the place that got me writing fiction seriously again after one too many bad creative writings classes convinced me that writing was the most joyless thing to which a person could subject themselves.
Inspired by the manga phone books of lovably fluffy stories, SSBB should be pure candy, but the writers keep sneaking in smart, touching, weird delights. While I’ve grown as a writer since starting there and some of these stories are not my so-called “best work,” I am proud to be a contributor. I hope you enjoy them and please check out the other writers there.
(All stories posted under the community-specific pen name “Daifuku Hoyako.” It’s no fun if you don’t come dressed for the occasion, you see?)