Rumpelstiltskin’s Downfall
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…
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…
By Manelle Oliphant Chervil stared at the piles of notes on his desk. The solution was there. He just had to find it. He grunted and shuffled pages full of…
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…
A Short Story By Manelle Oliphant I had waited in the car for over an hour. Roger still hadn’t come back. That boy! For all he was grown, he never…
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…