Summer Fantasy Short Stories - Page 2

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.

I wiped the grease from my hands, watching the violet sky bleed the color out of the summer afternoon.

The kid did not die. He just opted out of the physical world, leaving his jeans behind.

Edna discovers the ancient Oaks are bleeding black sap, signaling a desperate need for a forgotten human resonance.