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.5 min read·Oct 31, 2019--1--1
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.5 min read·Oct 28, 2019--1--1
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…4 min read·Oct 23, 2019--1--1
Miguela ConsidineinMidnight Mosaic FictionWherever the Wind BlowsAnd so it sat back and looked down upon its work, so far below:2 min read·Oct 22, 2019----
Miguela ConsidineinMidnight Mosaic FictionThe Shrine at the Edge of the WorldQuiet falls on the shrine at the edge of the world.5 min read·Aug 27, 2019----
Miguela ConsidineinHingedFallowlandsTheir first Valentine’s Day, he gives her a cactus.3 min read·Jun 29, 2019--2--2
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…4 min read·Jun 8, 2019--1--1
Miguela ConsidineinHingedLola’s Book“The quickest way to man’s heart is through his stomach.”4 min read·Jun 1, 2019----
Miguela ConsidineinHingedThe Blue DoorThe key was a heavy weight in her pocket.4 min read·May 18, 2019--2--2