Wild & Improbable Tales – Reclamation

It only took a handful of years after the fall for the wild to reclaim the land. It crept and wrapped itself around the hostile world. Mother Nature embracing her unruly child, turning rebellion into submission. All we had built with such disregard crumbed to dust, subsumed by the earth. What is the work of [...]

Wild & Improbable Tales – Map of Days

She looked at me with earnest, curious eyes. "Where did you get them, Grandmother?" "Oh, they came from all over. From different times and places, different moments and feelings. I carved them from tears and laughter, joy and worry, time and remembering. Each is as precious to me as the last because they show I [...]

Wild & Improbable Tales – Dream Catcher

Your fairy tales have it all wrong. I am the Master of the Spindle and I spin not from straw but from magic. My silks are not of gold but of stardust. I spin nets to catch dreams from the night and jewels from the morning air. I spin swathes of silken lace fine enough [...]

Wild & Improbable Tales – This Too Shall Pass

Frost clings to the ground. The cold still holding the world in its grip. Breath plumes in clouds from the mouths of passersby and tears freeze on cheeks. These are the days of deepest sorrow. But look - there - a glimmer in the blackness. A gleam of starlight reflected in ice, the twinkle of [...]

Wild & Improbable Tales – Play On

The record had played itself out hours ago but it spun tunelessly on. The rhythmic scratch and bump of the needle a counter point to their slow and steady breathing, whispering through the quiet dark. No words passed their lips, no flitting shadow broke their gaze. Gentle fingers on warm skin was all the language [...]

Wild & Improbable Tales – Drifting

We had been floating for days. The mainland long out of sight. With no power and scant amounts of food, people were starting to get desperate. We still didn't understand what had happened, why this little bit of land had just broken off and floated away. Pulled on an invisible current too...where? We still had [...]

Wild & Improbable Tales – Unseen

He passes, unseen, through the early morning market. Cloaked in shadow, slipping between the stalls, none mark him for what he is. Only the dead eyes of the morning's catch notice that he is more than shade - but their time for talking is long gone, and so it doesn't matter. Even he doesn't know [...]

Wild & Improbable Tales – In The Lamplight

All was in darkness and silence. Only the feeble glow of the lamp provided any relief. It was in the cone fo that yellow light that I observed him: the little daemon at the foot of my bed. He perched there, unmoving except for the slow blink of his black eyes, and regarded me with [...]

Dragon Harp

The harp, it was said, summoned dragons. No one in town really held with that kind of nonsense; dragons, along with faeries and elves, had been consigned to legend. Even so, there was an air of suspicion around the fine gold instrument for, though it had stood encased in glass for centuries, it still gleamed [...]

Wild & Improbable Tales – Taste and Remember

The memory of that taste was the only happy thing he had left. The tang, the mellow creaminess. He remembered his mother standing at the makeshift worktop in their sparse kitchenette; he remembered the cracked, red fingers of her gentle hands unwrapping the wax paper as though she were opening a parcel of the finest [...]