Fridayfictionettes Stories

There's something about this town they don't talk about in the brochures. It's too sad, and you wouldn't believe it, anyway—not until the parade passes by.

She was a Princess. She would be sixteen tomorrow. But tonight would cause tomorrow to move an entire world away.

Elsa doesn't need further proof. She has been there.

There comes a time when a character's just got to say, "Enough, already."

Witches go everywhere, and so do stories.

"How does it work?" is not nearly as interesting a question as "How can I use it?"

I sell youth. All I ask in return is... access.

It's easy to laugh. It's the first thing you learn. But you're old enough now to learn warnings.

No one goes inside. No one even goes near. No one really knows why.

If you gaze long enough into an abyss, you had better be prepared to run.

It looked peaceful and inviting and far too perfect.

Tasha dreamt it up in the first place, so of course Tasha had to save them all from it in the end. That's how dreams usually go.

She realized that her dream had been a foretelling, her first since arriving here.

It's a handy place to put your stuff, but are you sure it's safe?

The power to soothe the sea comes at a steep price. Kara wouldn't call that unfair. But installments keep coming due at unpredictable times.

As first dates went, this one didn't have much going for it.

It's all down to the fine print. Isn't it always?

The investor is no angel, but his assistant is no demon.

If God had wanted humanity to fly, some religions might look very different.

Just another psychic parasite, preying on my emotions.