It’s not here, read the sign. Large, white text on an off-shade of green. Underneath, italicized, was, in 8,000km not there either.
Two not girlfriends find magic in the desert on a bike ride from someplace to the furthest north a pair of bicycles can go. This excerpt is from a short story that is available in full on Patreon.
Maybe Georgia was the inconsequential one.
Georgia in Worms is a Nanowrimo of mine from 2015, where the Finder universe started. In it, Georgia the Finder moves to the town Worms because the clocktower is a train on Wednesdays and she wants to know why.
“How do you live?”
Luce flipped a chocolate pancake with a flick of the frying pan and then gestured out the window with it, “There’s a community recreational centre just down the street with a pool and showers.”
From the dining table that seconded as a desk, Luce’s breakfast date frowned. “That’s not exactly what I meant,” she leaned back to spy whether Zoe was working or resting just then.
The Hellborne Universe started more years ago than I care to count and is composed of more short stories and flash fiction than I care to count, combined into a wordcount that's far more than I care to count. It's urban fantasy and mostly here just for fun.
Cranberry-apple tea was a disconcerting shade of red, so much so that the contents of any ridiculously large mug of choice were questionable but for an obvious difference in density. Tea, for example, was more prone to spilling when its mug was placed unsteadily by an outstretched arm.
“Why are you still awake?”
Eyes rooted to the monitor, Zoe took up the mug with a note of gratitude. “Why are you still alive?” he asked in return.
The Hellborne Universe started more years ago than I care to count and is composed of more short stories and flash fiction than I care to count, combined into a wordcount that's far more than I care to count. It's urban fantasy and mostly here just for fun. Zoe and Luce are a vampire and a witch, Luce is the witch because "Luce" sounds more like a vampire's name.