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Help Wanted (The Moon, Major Arcana Series)

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Help Wanted (The Moon, Major Arcana Series)

Bethanie had been meaning to visit Bezzina’s Emporium of Magical Artefacts and Antiquities her entire year at university. Typically, she only managed it on her final day in Southend, when her bags were packed and she knew it was now or never. The trip was a little gift to herself, a ‘congratulations for surviving this far’ kind of a thing. There was no chance of her coming back, so she knew that if she didn’t get down there now, she never would. There was no way she’d make the two-hundred-mile trip just to visit a crumbling antiques shop, not between the funeral and the probate and her maxed out overdraft. Besides, she’d heard a rumour that Bezzina’s always had what you were looking for, and she was looking for… a miracle? Not a miracle, she corrected herself as she made her way down the high street. She wasn’t that naïve. Maybe just… something else to think about. Once outside, her first impression was of disappointment. Was this it? The boutique you were told to visit from the

The Statue of Laurel Cottage Part Two (Strength)

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The Statue of Laurel Cottage Part Two (Strength)

Once upon a time, when Great Britain was full of farmland, occupying Romans and bad teeth, there was a girl with an overbearing father. Once upon a time, there was a girl in love with the girl with an overbearing father. Once upon a time, both the father and the girlfriend visited a witch. The father had one goal: to bend his child to his will, so she would marry a suitable man, settle down and give him peace in his old age. The girlfriend had one goal: to stop him. When it became clear to the father that his daughter, Mariana, was less pliable than solid rock and had no intention of respecting his wishes, the father approached the village wi

The Statue of Laurel Cottage Part One (Strength)

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The Statue of Laurel Cottage Part One (Strength)

When estate agents tried to sell Laurel Cottage, they mentioned the six bedrooms, the floor-to-ceiling windows and surprisingly sustainable heating costs. And, of course, the irony of such an old, grand, gated house being called a cottage. They did not mention the garden. When perspective buyers visited, encouraged by the relatively low price and desirable neighbourhood, they always stopped dead when they saw the garden. Not in a wow, this is a stunning vista! kind of way. More of a wow, that’s the catch kind of way. Initially, nothing seemed amiss. A neat terraced patio lead down to a sweeping lawn, which was edged by an array of shrub

Day Trip

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Day Trip

  Essie didn’t love boats, but she had told herself she wouldn’t love hot-sun holidays either, so she knew she should give the boat trip a go. Half a day around the Mediterranean island she was staying on, snorkel near some beauty spots, lunch at a predetermined restaurant.  She didn’t hate it. She wasn’t one hundred per cent sure about leaping from the side of the boat into an admittedly calm tourist-filled sea, though, so she stayed on board at the last stop of the trip. So had a handful of other tourists, all of whom she was far too English to make eye contact with.  Essie leaned on the railing and watched the b

Respecting Wishes Part Two (Judgement)

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Respecting Wishes Part Two (Judgement)

  Three friends in their mid-twenties meet at a fourth friend’s funeral. They haven’t seen each other since a fifth friend’s funeral when they were teens. Write their story. Read part one here. Eight Years Ago  ‘It arrived!’ Jacob told Natasha in Maths, who told Clemency at break, who told Benito in History, who told Aleksandra at lunchtime. They congregated at Ben’s house that evening under the guise of English-homework-and-planning-Jem’s-seventeenth-birthday-party.  Five vials, all neatly packaged and shimmering slightly. Five teenagers with five wishes, all badly suppressed and simmering sligh

Respecting Wishes (Judgement, Major Arcana Series)

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Respecting Wishes (Judgement, Major Arcana Series)

Three friends in their mid-twenties meet at a fourth friend’s funeral. They haven’t seen each other since a fifth friend’s funeral when they were teens. Write their story.  It was a lovely day for a funeral. The sun was warm, but not too harsh for standing around outside. Blossom floated through the air, giving the entire churchyard the vague impression of hosting a wedding. Well. Aside from the technicalities of the thing, there wasn’t a lot of difference between a wedding and a funeral. Both required guests to arrive with clean hair and a desire for diplomacy.  Clemency couldn’t get over how different it wa

The Portrait Witch (The Hermit, Major Arcana)

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The Portrait Witch (The Hermit, Major Arcana)

Ask anyone: twenty-eight Wimbourne Way was the place to go if you needed a helping hand with your life. For the price of one good deed, or a couple of thousand pounds, the witch who lived there would paint you and at least the likeness of your loved ones into a scene of your heart’s desire. Expect to find yourself living at least the likeness of that scene anywhere between two months and two years later. The witch was very good at it and rarely had complaints. This was predominantly because, as she always said, you really put the hard work in yourself, although it does help to visualise where you want to go. Psychobabble bullshit? Legit

Modern Loneliness (insp. by Lauv)

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Modern Loneliness (insp. by Lauv)

The Post Office Neville ‘Are you waiting to post an item or buy stamps?’ The girl at the post office was young, although everyone looked young to Neville these days. He housed a sneaking suspicion that eighty-four was, in fact, old. A couple of people shuffled on their feet, avoiding eye contact. Neville raised a hand. ‘I am,’ he said tentatively. ‘I can do it for you!’ she said, leading him away from the queue and toward the self-checkout tills. ‘Oh, I don’t mind—’ ‘I can show you how to use the self-checkout if you haven’t done it before?’ ‘All right, thank

The Thief in the Night

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The Thief in the Night

This is a commission for my friend Robyn. Her prompt: 'What is the least convenient personal habit for a detective? Write about that detective.' Quigley Thompson had only been Junior Security Guard at Meadowlark Conservation Park and Society for three weeks, so he really wasn’t sure what to do with the woman in the staffroom. His commanding officer, if you could call him that, hadn’t arrived yet, so it was Quigley’s job to keep an eye on the person of interest. ‘Would you like a cup of tea?’ he asked tentatively. The woman smiled at him. ‘I’m a suspect in an attempted crime, so you should probably

The Queen of Stormhaven (A Three Kingdoms Story)

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The Queen of Stormhaven (A Three Kingdoms Story)

They all turned out for her coronation. Every lord, lady and peasant. Some brought their children, others their dogs. All wearing the colours of the light gods: saffron, scarlet, pomegranate. Their happiest finery, for the happiest of days. Many tied prayer flags to the trees lining the route her celebratory parade followed. Luck, health and prosperity for the Three Kingdoms’ youngest ever monarch. Eight years and eight weeks on her coronation day, beating the previous record by over a decade. ‘I feel the gods are with you,’ smiled the priest when he ran her through her responsibilities for the coronation ceremony. ‘I
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Help Wanted (The Moon, Major Arcana Series)

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Help Wanted (The Moon, Major Arcana Series)

Bethanie had been meaning to visit Bezzina’s Emporium of Magical Artefacts and Antiquities her entire year at university. Typically, she only managed it on her final day in Southend, when her bags were packed and she knew it was now or never. The trip was a little gift to herself, a ‘congratulations for surviving this far’ kind of a thing. There was no chance of her coming back, so she knew that if she didn’t get down there now, she never would. There was no way she’d make the two-hundred-mile trip just to visit a crumbling antiques shop, not between the funeral and the probate and her maxed out overdraft. Besides, she’d heard a rumour that Bezzina’s always had what you were looking for, and she was looking for… a miracle? Not a miracle, she corrected herself as she made her way down the high street. She wasn’t that naïve. Maybe just… something else to think about. Once outside, her first impression was of disappointment. Was this it? The boutique you were told to visit from the

The Statue of Laurel Cottage Part Two (Strength)

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The Statue of Laurel Cottage Part Two (Strength)

Once upon a time, when Great Britain was full of farmland, occupying Romans and bad teeth, there was a girl with an overbearing father. Once upon a time, there was a girl in love with the girl with an overbearing father. Once upon a time, both the father and the girlfriend visited a witch. The father had one goal: to bend his child to his will, so she would marry a suitable man, settle down and give him peace in his old age. The girlfriend had one goal: to stop him. When it became clear to the father that his daughter, Mariana, was less pliable than solid rock and had no intention of respecting his wishes, the father approached the village wi

The Statue of Laurel Cottage Part One (Strength)

T

The Statue of Laurel Cottage Part One (Strength)

When estate agents tried to sell Laurel Cottage, they mentioned the six bedrooms, the floor-to-ceiling windows and surprisingly sustainable heating costs. And, of course, the irony of such an old, grand, gated house being called a cottage. They did not mention the garden. When perspective buyers visited, encouraged by the relatively low price and desirable neighbourhood, they always stopped dead when they saw the garden. Not in a wow, this is a stunning vista! kind of way. More of a wow, that’s the catch kind of way. Initially, nothing seemed amiss. A neat terraced patio lead down to a sweeping lawn, which was edged by an array of shrub

Day Trip

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Day Trip

  Essie didn’t love boats, but she had told herself she wouldn’t love hot-sun holidays either, so she knew she should give the boat trip a go. Half a day around the Mediterranean island she was staying on, snorkel near some beauty spots, lunch at a predetermined restaurant.  She didn’t hate it. She wasn’t one hundred per cent sure about leaping from the side of the boat into an admittedly calm tourist-filled sea, though, so she stayed on board at the last stop of the trip. So had a handful of other tourists, all of whom she was far too English to make eye contact with.  Essie leaned on the railing and watched the b

Respecting Wishes Part Two (Judgement)

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Respecting Wishes Part Two (Judgement)

  Three friends in their mid-twenties meet at a fourth friend’s funeral. They haven’t seen each other since a fifth friend’s funeral when they were teens. Write their story. Read part one here. Eight Years Ago  ‘It arrived!’ Jacob told Natasha in Maths, who told Clemency at break, who told Benito in History, who told Aleksandra at lunchtime. They congregated at Ben’s house that evening under the guise of English-homework-and-planning-Jem’s-seventeenth-birthday-party.  Five vials, all neatly packaged and shimmering slightly. Five teenagers with five wishes, all badly suppressed and simmering sligh

Modern Loneliness (insp. by Lauv)

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Modern Loneliness (insp. by Lauv)

The Post Office Neville ‘Are you waiting to post an item or buy stamps?’ The girl at the post office was young, although everyone looked young to Neville these days. He housed a sneaking suspicion that eighty-four was, in fact, old. A couple of people shuffled on their feet, avoiding eye contact. Neville raised a hand. ‘I am,’ he said tentatively. ‘I can do it for you!’ she said, leading him away from the queue and toward the self-checkout tills. ‘Oh, I don’t mind—’ ‘I can show you how to use the self-checkout if you haven’t done it before?’ ‘All right, thank

Forced Reflections (The Devil, Major Arcana)

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Forced Reflections (The Devil, Major Arcana)

‘I want a refund.’ Angel Fitzgerald stood at the counter of Bezzina’s Emporium of Magical Artefacts and Antiquities, clutching a large object partially wrapped in pink tissue. The assistant behind the counter, the short girl with miles of hair, eyed the offending product. ‘I’ll need to see a receipt and the label, please, ma’am.’ Angel threw them on the counter triumphantly. The assistant read both twice. ‘You’re well within your thirty-day return period, but I’m confused about why you’re here. What exactly is the problem with your mirror?’ ‘It’s broken.&#

The Copse Part 2 (Wheel of Fortune)

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The Copse Part 2 (Wheel of Fortune)

It took two train stations for Carla to respond. The phone line was still open. ‘Is it really…’ Now she could hear Yanni on the other end, talking excitedly. ‘It’s really him, Carla. When’s your train coming in?’ ‘Twenty minutes.’ ‘Good. I’ll pick you up.’ Yanni met her on the platform. ‘It’s really him, Carla,’ he repeated as he ushered her into a very old Nissan Micra. ‘Where is he?’ ‘My place.’ ‘Where is your place?’ Carla realised she’d never asked him where he lived before. ‘Above the pub on

The Copse Part 1 (Wheel of Fortune)

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The Copse Part 1 (Wheel of Fortune)

Year One: They met in a café in Convent Garden. Neither of them could afford it, but it was busy enough that they wouldn’t be overheard, with a high enough staff turnover that they were unlikely to be remembered next year, and it was well established enough that it wasn’t likely to close any time soon. It was also just a few days before Christmas, so most other customers were too busy to notice that a mismatched couple were discussing the occult. ‘How have you been?’ Yanni asked, once they were both seated. ‘Oh, you know…’ Carla scowled at her lemonade. ‘Not sleeping?’ he guessed.

The Mystery of St Aidan's

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The Mystery of St Aidan's

The Mystery of St Aidan’s  Witching hour. Morag stamped her feet to fend off the cold, but damp fog had crept down her neck the moment she left her house, so resistance was futile.  Shivering but loathe to concede defeat, she pulled her beanie down to her ears, hoping it covered her bright orange hair enough to camouflage her amongst the trees. Waiting for Tom to arrive in St Aidan’s graveyard, this time of year, was not on Morag’s list of top ten hobbies. But Tom had promised material for an article, so Morag had packed her Dictaphone and camera into the pockets of her warmest coat and walked the short distance to St Aida

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I stand on stools to reach high shelves, write a blog and sometimes make some arty things. Newer fan fictions are up here as well.

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Free PDF of The Princess and the Dragon!

Free PDF of The Princess and the Dragon!

Hi everyone, With all the uncertainty and strangeness going around at the moment, I wanted to do something nice and hopefully distracting. So, for the foreseeable future, The Princess and the Dragon and Other Stories About Unlikely Heroes is online, for free, as a PDF. Please read that instead of going outside. Look after yourselves and let me know what you think of the book! Francesca

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CerulaenStudent Digital Artist
Hey thanks for the watch, I really appreciate it!!
ToBeQuiteFrankProfessional General Artist
You're welcome!
horsecrazy89Hobbyist
Thanks for the fave!
ToBeQuiteFrankProfessional General Artist
You're welcome! I actually featured it on an MCR fansite I run, as our MCRmy art of the week for this week (on TheWebways.net's Twitter, Tumblr and Facebook's pages. I credited you of course. :)). I liked the colouring. :)
horsecrazy89Hobbyist
Wow! Thank you so much!
ToBeQuiteFrankProfessional General Artist
You're welcome. :)
keh-arts Traditional Artist
Thank you for watching my gallery! :)