Tarot-cards Stories

In the mystical underworld of NYC magic is brewed, bottled, and bid upon by the wizarding elite of the Belvedere Court. Yet when a band of Gutter Mage tricksters are hired to pull off the perfect crime, they soon find themselves caught in a venerable shit storm of courtly intrigue, gripping heartbreak, and ice-cold revenge.

A stormy night in New Orleans just continues to go wrong, but for who is the very question? This is a microfiction short story, with a word count of just under 650 words.

Sixteen year-old Nick Michelson has been seeing strange things lately, things he can’t explain. So when his uncle tells him that some of the men in his family can see ghosts, Nick freaks out and decides he’s going to ignore the spirits. But as he will soon learn, that’s easier said than done — especially once he encounters James Pearce, an angry spirt hell-bent on finding out who killed him. Reluctantly, Nick agrees to help. So with the help of his Tarot cards and his new mentor Katrina, Nick embarks on a journey to help the solve the mystery surrounding James’s death. But once word gets around about Nick’s ability, there’s more than one ghost vying for his attention.

Eleanor thought a cup of tea with her best friend Hazel would help her get over the loss of a close friend. Little did she know she'd also solve a murder.

I get we all have hard lives and we chose to deal with it in different ways, this is mine. It started when I was 22 and I had just been dumped by the love of my life. I was devastated and I cried a lot... I still do. I had stumbled across the Tarot cards I had and wanted to know more. As well as because a day or so before I met the boy who is now my ex; I wanted to kill myself I had lost all hope in life, so I had asked God to send me a sign. The night that I was going to kill myself; I had every means to do it, I was just about to do, I looked up and remember saying "it's now or never" I was reaching for the bottle and my phone went off. I stopped and looked; mind you this was back when guys weren't all about getting nudes and being just all around jerks to girls. We where like sixteen or seventeen when we got together, we were together for almost 5 years. it killed me to not have him in my life anymore, it's been a few months since I've talked to him, I just can't get him out of my head. Long story short I got my heart-broke, was depressed and it felt like something woke up in me.