Fictionette Stories

"This is a good lesson to people who cannot see the good luck of others, without coveting it for themselves." A. B. Mitford, Tales of Old Japan, vol. 1

They just demand to be told. They don't ask for my approval. They don't thank me, either.

The electric kettle is drunk again.

When winning is everyone's responsibility, losing could be anyone's fault. Who let the team down this time?

Even if it's summertime, you're going to need your coat. And all the self-restraint you can muster.

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

But what if she screwed up? Everyone was watching.

It was obvious to Coach Curtis what the rutabagas were doing the moment he stumbled into their field.

It was her guilty secret. It was her most prized possession.

"Two Goddesses walk into a bar...." It sounds like a joke, but the bartender isn't laughing.

It was time for them to move on, and they decided to make something of it.

Sure. An optical illusion. You just keep telling yourself that--while you can.

I can grant you the knowledge you seek, but first be very sure you want it.

"It will help the whole Kingdom," averred the King. "But first I must see its efficacy demonstrated."

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.

The walls have ears and a guilty conscience.

He ran out of luck a long time before he got here.

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

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

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