Little Fictions: Full Moon

"Oh, what big teeth you have, grandmother," said Red.

"Ah, yes," the old woman replied. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you about your ancestors."

[A slightly edited version of this story was used in the Dawson Printshop NightTwitters project at Nocturne 2010 in Halifax, NS. It is available for purchase from the Dawson Letterpress Gang, handprinted on a small poster.]

Little Fictions are tiny stories. I originally posted them on another blog (also called Little Fictions), but decided I have too many separate projects/blogs on the go. These stories will eventually be hand letterpress printed on postcards, book marks and little posters.

Little Fictions: Bones

"Well, we've all got skeletons in our closets," she said.

"Maybe you do," the Grim Reaper replied, pulling up the hem of his robe.

Little Fictions are tiny stories. I originally posted them on another blog (also called Little Fictions), but decided I have too many separate projects/blogs on the go. These stories will eventually be hand letterpress printed on postcards, book marks and little posters.

Little Fictions: Drake

He promised me a dragon, so I followed him into his lair.

Little Fictions are tiny stories. I originally posted them on another blog (also called Little Fictions), but decided I have too many separate projects/blogs on the go. These stories will eventually be hand letterpress printed on postcards, book marks and little posters.

Little Fictions: Clockwork

The automaton liked to unwind at the end of a long day.

Little Fictions are tiny stories. I originally posted them on another blog (also called Little Fictions), but decided I have too many separate projects/blogs on the go. These stories will eventually be hand letterpress printed on postcards, book marks and little posters.

Little Fictions: Fairy Tale

"Once upon a time," he said. "Well, you know the rest."

Little Fictions are tiny stories. I originally posted them on another blog (also called Little Fictions), but decided I have too many separate projects/blogs on the go. These stories will eventually be hand letterpress printed on postcards, book marks and little posters.

Little Fictions: Chew

Big Bad's mother said, "Don't gulp your food, dear."

Little Fictions are tiny stories. I originally posted them on another blog (also called Little Fictions), but decided I have too many separate projects/blogs on the go. These stories will eventually be hand letterpress printed on postcards, book marks and little posters.

Little Fictions: Classified

FOR SALE: one coffin, hardly used.

[Yes, a variation on a story that's been done, and not by me. But mine has zombies. Maybe.]

Little Fictions are tiny stories. I originally posted them on another blog (also called Little Fictions), but decided I have too many separate projects/blogs on the go. These stories will eventually be hand letterpress printed on postcards, book marks and little posters.

Little Fictions: Chicken Legs

After so many years in a mobile home, Baba Yaga was tired of broken crockery.

[Originally jotted in my writing notebook on November 2, 2002.]

Little Fictions are tiny stories. I originally posted them on another blog (also called Little Fictions), but decided I have too many separate projects/blogs on the go. These stories will eventually be hand letterpress printed on postcards, book marks and little posters.