Eowanna was yawning when she saw the lady in the moon, the lady untangling her hair with her fingers and looking lonely in the dark. Then Eowanna reached up and gave the lady in the moon her favourite hair brush. It was a special brush, with its heavy handle and backing made of the universal ebony; with its stiff and sharp bristle teeth made from the edges of clouds.
Category: fiction
Advent (Flash Fiction)
Story written by Kilmeny MacMichael At the top of the road where the box canyon drops, there is a tall, grey chain-link fence. And an unreasonably large gate, locked against a precipice of grey rock, under a blanket of white fur from the sky. I’ve been here before. It is a place for poor family … Continue reading Advent (Flash Fiction)
29 Things in The Carrier Bag
I have a short story out today! You may find my story "29 Things Rose of Sharon Will Do if He Does Not Come Back" in the inaugural issue of The Carrier Bag, out now and free to read on their website. The first issue of this magazine is named "A New Leaf," and explores … Continue reading 29 Things in The Carrier Bag
Reflexion (Flash)
There is a girl. You know it is a girl, although she wears clothes a boy could wear, a dark athletic shirt with no sleeves, white piping around the neck. Her arms are too thin for a healthy boy and nothing about her speaks of sickness.
Drop Stitch (a flash fiction)
Hello again! I've been told my poetry chapbook has moved into a second round of a competition. So, while I'm working on (hopefully close to actually final) edits to my cookbook, and maybe poking away at a short story about a castle, I've decided this a good time to try writing a poem a day, … Continue reading Drop Stitch (a flash fiction)
Kilmeny MacMichael 