A whole world on a single page! The short story morsels of One Page Worlds are flash fiction adventures of all flavors. Every Wednesday will feature a complete story in one page, or the first page of what could be a novel or novelette. Sharing the fun and geekery is the best part of writing! Please tweet or comment with your guesses on what genre, character, and job is central to each tale. Enjoy touring new universes each week with One Page Worlds! * * * * * “Yaaaay, Monobyc

A whole world on a single page! The short story morsels of One Page Worlds are flash fiction adventures of all flavors. Every Wednesday will feature a complete story in one page, or the first page of what could be a novel or novelette. Sharing the fun and geekery is the best part of writing! Please tweet or comment with your guesses on what genre, character, and job is central to each tale. Enjoy touring new universes each week with One Page Worlds! * * * * * “Five Physicks,”

A whole world on a single page! The short story morsels of One Page Worlds are flash fiction adventures of all flavors. Every Wednesday will feature a complete story in one page, or the first page of what could be a novel or novelette. Sharing the fun and geekery is the best part of writing! Please tweet or comment with your guesses on what genre, character, and job is central to each tale. Enjoy touring new universes each week with One Page Worlds! ***** Prop Master Rick han

It never felt right to me, using the magic I bled for in a destructive way. That is what every other spellmaster chose. A game of one-upmanship. Who can climb higher in a ruler’s court by committing the same violence as everyone else, albeit in a magical way, is a schoolyard bully’s prerogative. Not the prerogative of an orchard witch. I’ve yet to accept this choice of mine as the same reason why I remain unwed. Men do not fear witches. They fear what our spellmastery could i

"On Earth,” I told the frost giant, “water guns are toys we give our kids to play with in the summer.” A neon green plastic water gun sat on my palm. A twenty-foot pasty male giant gave off chilly air in front of me. Grass froze and crickled under my bare feet. The kids had to be seeing this, but they were staying inside where it was less un-safe. I stammered, “You know, the kids pretend they’re soldiers or spies and shoot each other. All that happens is they get a little wet

You could say I had an abusive master. His last wish had been, “I wish for you to be trapped in there for all eternity.” Three quarters of the way through his wish, I’d summoned every plume of energy within me and shoved my lamp off the bookshelf of his New York apartment. Fifty-one hundred years of spell muscle led to a two hundred foot tumble out a window and into a hotdog stand’s steaming interior. Glory, thy name ain’t magic. For most of the late 90’s, I couldn’t keep tra

Eyes. Two of them. Brown like night soil. Above a blond beard and robes richer than the bastards who used me. I hadn’t moved from this crusty mead hall corner since they built it. The army’s men and women tested their stomachs as wineskins at the far end of the hall. Voices and clatterings vibrated through me, but this man’s gripes struck me as though I had ears. “A brick,” the robed princeling said, addressing me directly. “Only capable of support. So solid. My allies turned