Dressing an Illusionist

"It's all about how things look, little one," The Conjurer told her. He snapped his long, thin fingers and stopped a pocket of time- a snapshot of Carmilla looking up at him, bemused.  He moved the present Carmilla away to a wardrobe she hadn't noticed before. The doors opened and inside hung several differently coloured... Continue Reading →

The Start of a Vanishing Act

From a young age, Carmilla had a knack for disappearing. She couldn't control it at first, it was just a feeling started by a jittery heart. When things were bad around her she'd feel it start to race and her chest grow tight, as every muscle in her body tightened. It was like an invisible boa constrictor had... Continue Reading →

Fortune Teller

The fairground is nearly empty when you arrive. You pass tired children, drooped in their parents' arms and insisting (between yawns) that they're not tired and they can do just five more minutes. You step over candyfloss wrappers and coffee cups. It smells like burnt popcorn and roasted almonds. Some of the rides have shut... Continue Reading →

The Middle of a Vanishing Act

A wisp of smoke in the pitch black. It rises up from the ground and curls, like a incandescent snake climbing towards the moonlight. From its base, cracks of crimson shoot out towards you. You stop... in case the ground is about to fall apart. You know you should run, but your hammering, awe-filled heart keeps you to rooted to the... Continue Reading →

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