Here are three tidbits of microfiction I hope you’ll enjoy.

“My brother said you’re a mean enchanter.”
He turned to find the small voice belonged to a grubby girl, barely taller than his knees.
“Please don’t hex us.” The boy’s eyes widened.
“I won’t hurt you.”
Wonder filled their eyes and pity his.

Snowflakes enveloped her in their quiet embrace. The purity rejuvenated her. Long it would be until she saw such beauty again. She knew the road ahead was strenuous and ugly.
Hooves crunched against melting snow.
Enchanted snowflakes filled the wake of the pallid stag, Celsus, and Fjolla, the ice witch.
Sol’s curse had spread across the Winterlands threatening to melt away the ice palace, turning the streets into rivers and lakes, and thawing the sacred frost that bound the world. They knew they must restore winter before the permafrost melted. If they failed, then the Winterlands would descend into chaos.
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