Miguela ConsidineinMidnight Mosaic FictionThe GuardianThe worst thing about camping in tents: when you were mad, you couldn’t slam a flap behind you as dramatically as you could a door.Oct 31, 20191Oct 31, 20191
Miguela ConsidineinMidnight Mosaic FictionThe Last StopToby awoke with a gut-wrench jolt, the kind that gripped at your innards and yanked you out of the haze of dreams.Oct 28, 20191Oct 28, 20191
Miguela ConsidineinThe Mad RiverTyger, TygerThe food is strange here — the blood doesn’t flow freely as his teeth sink into the flesh. The innards tossed at him in chunks. Nothing is…Oct 23, 20191Oct 23, 20191
Miguela ConsidineinMidnight Mosaic FictionWherever the Wind BlowsAnd so it sat back and looked down upon its work, so far below:Oct 22, 2019Oct 22, 2019
Miguela ConsidineinMidnight Mosaic FictionThe Shrine at the Edge of the WorldQuiet falls on the shrine at the edge of the world.Aug 27, 2019Aug 27, 2019
Miguela ConsidineinHingedFallowlandsTheir first Valentine’s Day, he gives her a cactus.Jun 29, 20192Jun 29, 20192
Miguela ConsidineinHingedKindling PointThe ladder groaned under my weight, and I found myself shrinking. Had the sound carried in the gloom? Had it echoed up the hall, bouncing…Jun 8, 20191Jun 8, 20191
Miguela ConsidineinHingedLola’s Book“The quickest way to man’s heart is through his stomach.”Jun 1, 2019Jun 1, 2019
Miguela ConsidineinHingedThe Blue DoorThe key was a heavy weight in her pocket.May 18, 20192May 18, 20192