Summer Fantasy Short Stories - Page 2

The revolution did not start with a bang. It started with the taste of dish soap and stolen compost.

The truck was a coffin of smoking metal, and the border was a shimmering line behind us in the dark.

Leo watched the lemonade freeze in mid-pour while the sun turned a sharp, jagged purple over the valley's edge.

In the sweltering heat of a magical summer, a senior gardener struggles to maintain morale within a dying guild.

Sweat stings Daniel's eyes as the team struggles to save their magical garden from a suffocating, unnatural heatwave.

Chad drank the glowing blue beer. His skin turned the color of wet cigarette ash almost immediately.

Jack wiped the sweat from his forehead. The coin felt cold in his hand. Then the lights died.

A heat dome settles over a dead town, drawing two strangers into a glowing, rusted carnival of ghosts.

Martina watches the Chicago asphalt shatter as ancient, intelligent roots rise to reclaim the city for the wild.