Welcome to issue 19, an issue of fey things and faeries, fairies and fair folk. The first issue of this cycle was unicorns, and this time we...

by Colin D. Smith “Come with me,” the young girl said Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Her hand extended to the child Who yawned and st...

by Liz Tuckwell As entranced by the bright lights and swirling rides of the fairground as her twin daughters, gradually, she notices every...

by Duke Trott I will never forget the impossible exhaustion in his eyes, or his cries, which alerted us to his presence at the wood’s edge...

by Margaret McGoverne Perry hurried back from the supermarket. They were excavating ground for new houses and digging was hungry work. The...

by Samantha O’Brien The moment had finally arrived, I was so excited! A hush crept across the hazy room as we awaited the main course. So ...

by John Xero “The other collection.” Confusion furrowed Ian’s brow. He indicated the open draw with a sweep of his manicured hand. “Thi...

by Simon Lee-Price My wife Donna is unrivalled as a children’s illustrator. Male fairies are her speciality. Her brush captures their shy ...

by Stella Turner He’d always coveted a faerie and this one was special. Delicate and lithe with a soft blue aura. He kept her in a bell ja...

by Sandy Hiortdahl The twins huddle behind my husband’s teacup, snickering so that their dark curls bounce when he drops a teabag into it ...

by Allen Ashley “I don’t believe in them, they’re not real.” Betty continued exploring the bright yellow flowers. “Well, I’ve seen them,...

by Mary Casey The trap is set with my favourite socks. White, with shamrocks. The washer next to me is filling. My timing must be perfect....

by Lyric Hyde “That it?” “Yes, up there.” The pixies swarmed the old box, their tails illuminating the ramshackle houses they had buil...

by Shannon Bell Gavin watched, disbelieving, as a flower uprooted itself, ran to him, and spat a sickly-smelling liquid over him. His skin...

by Marie McKay I stuffed the fairy's tongue into a locker at school. Left it there among the rows of other dark holes plugged shut wit...

by Holly Karlsson My mama left me three things – a temper, hotter than a supernova, a Tedaskerian saw-blade that can mince bone, and a sma...

by John Xero “What is that noise?” Kindra growled. Rika looked at the tiger, astonished. “You hear it?”  “Who couldn’t?” Kindra thrash...