Stories

Was the Siren born a monster, or was she created? 

What thoughts grace the spirits of the earth as they wander their eternal resting places?

She bounded through the meadow as the moon asked for encore after encore. With her pirouettes and long reaches, she acquiesced, dancing atop the untamed lunar blossoms that begged to...

Love may not be knocking... but someone else may just allow themselves in. A short story inspired by the scent Love Bites, But So Do I.