short stories
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‘Embracing Tradition’ Flash Fiction by Francesca Astraea

I wrote this for Halloween but I think Valentine’s season is actually better for it… When Jade, Rita and May refused to go to their company’s Halloween party, they used the excuse that they had plans. Then they had to make plans, in case anyone asked for details. May’s flat was the smallest but… Continue reading
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‘Growing Pains,’ a Bezzina’s Emporium Short Story by Francesca Astraea

Ernest Bezzina really just wants a cup of tea. Other Bezzina’s Emporium stories can be found here. Two short stories in one quarter? It is indeed. There’s invented Latin. Well, the Latin is real, I just smushed two words together. That’s how language works, right. I’m not saying that if you enjoy this, you should… Continue reading
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‘A Devil of a Time’ by Francesca Astraea, Illustrated by Tatchiana Michaela

A new story? In this year of our lord 2023? Well, I actually wrote this last summer to pitch to magazines. BUT STILL. Here you go. No blurb because you have this wonderful illustration by my friend Tatchiana Michaela, a Bristol-based illustrator (who is open for commissions if you’re interested!). As per, it was available… Continue reading
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Winter Sun, a Bezzina’s Story, by Francesca Astraea

I always name characters after members of the No. 1 Readers’ Club over on Patreon – this was Jackie’s turn! As is usually the case, this Bezzina’s story is a standalone. You don’t have to read them in order, but you can find them all here. One winter evening, a couple enter Bezzina’s Emporium of… Continue reading
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The King of Banana Town by Francesca Astraea

Had a slightly… bananas… prompt. Wrote about racketeering. Enjoy! It wasn’t known as Banana Town when Gus moved there. The town, that is. It wasn’t known as much – just a crossroads with some houses, a petrol station and one of those everything-and-anything grocery shops. If it had a name, Gus scrubbed it out… Continue reading
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Connection Error by Francesca Astraea (Ines’ Adventures in Paganism #1)
Ines’ magic specialises in helping people communicate. Getting them to listen, on the other hand… A few of weeks ago you guys voted for ‘poison’ to be my next topic, so here it is! (An aside which none of you give a shit about: I nicked [character spoiler] from the Philosophy Tube YouTube channel, and… Continue reading
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The Balanced Scales Agency by Francesca Astraea
The Balanced Scales Agency looked from the outside like every private investigator’s office in every film or TV show ever made about private investigators. Its shopfront was a faded green, tucked between two large, corporate, glassy buildings in London’s Square Mile. How it hadn’t been subsumed by developers yet, Bradley Henderson had no idea. Bradley’s… Continue reading
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The Statue of Laurel Cottage Part Two (Strength, Major Arcana Series) by Francesca Astraea
Read part one here. Once upon a time, when Great Britain was full of farmland, occupying Romans and bad teeth, there was a girl with an overbearing father. Once upon a time, there was a girl in love with the girl with an overbearing father. Once upon a time, both the father and the girlfriend… Continue reading
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Modern Loneliness by Francesca Astraea
This was inspired by Lauv’s song, Modern Loneliness, and by a lot of things I’ve been thinking about lately. The Post Office Neville ‘Are you waiting to post an item or buy stamps?’ The girl at the post office was young, although everyone looked young to Neville these days. He housed a sneaking suspicion that… Continue reading
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The Copse Part Two (The Wheel of Fortune, Major Arcana Series) by Francesca Astraea
Read Part One here. Her phone rang. Yanni’s number. ‘Carla?’ Not Yanni’s voice. ‘J—James?’ ‘Hiya.’ It took two train stations for Carla to respond. The phone line was still open. ‘Is it really…’ Now she could hear Yanni on the other end, talking excitedly. ‘It’s really him, Carla. When’s your train coming… Continue reading
