By Manelle Oliphant Rumpelstiltskin scowled at his glass, empty, except for the froth clinging to the corners. He grunted and threw a coin on the table. He stood, and his chair fell over backward. He stared at it for a moment. How had it happened? He resisted the urge to look around the room to…
A short story by Manelle Oliphant The day I agreed to marry Jonathan was also the day I met two faeries on the road to town. Mother sent me to the post office for a package. My grandmother sent it from back east. She said it was very important. I knew better. Mom wanted me…
I call this story Japanese inspired rather than Japanese. Despite my research, I still did a lot of guesswork, and I’m sure I’ve missed the mark more than once. But this is a folk-tale-like story, and my goal was to write a story about the dangers of comparing yourself to others, not to make it…