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Monday Shorts: Feathers, Flowers, and Death


Ver Sacrum Books
From our sister site book-shoppe Ver Sacrum Books we offer up this
fantastical tale from their Monday short story posts.



Ver Sacrum Books - When Jupiter Sighs by Bethalynne Bajema When Jupiter Sighs Collection – Feathers, Flowers, and Death

“Stella beamed. ‘Quite a sight eh? I get a five finger discount at the local plant shop. No one says anything about it. I mean who’s going to chase a girl stealing seeds when you’ve got some guy selling crack in front of your store? The only problem is I can’t really pick and choose what I get.’ She looked around at the riotous array of colors. ‘I used to try and plant things with some sort of organization but finally I just gave up.’ – Stella reached into a bag she had been carrying, withdrawing a slim paper package. She used her teeth to tear the top of the package open and then flung the contents over the flowers and grass of the garden. ‘Let nature do with them what it wants right? That’s how it was meant to work.'”

Feathers, Flowers, and Death, a short story in which we meet Stella on her last day and her new friend who remains nameless throughout their brief interactions. Read the full story here. This book is available for free download or book purchase here.

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Monday Shorts: Apples and Muses


Ver Sacrum Books
From our sister site book-shoppe Ver Sacrum Books we offer up this
fantastical tale from their Monday short story posts.



Ver Sacrum Books - When Jupiter Sighs by Bethalynne Bajema When Jupiter Sighs Collection – Apples & Muses

“It was at all moments all things… the most beautiful of classical compositions and yet the angriest of screams set to chords. The thunder high above carrying the beat of a small child’s voice as she sang a nursery rhythm. All intertwining to create something that made the body’s emotions react. Only they were trying to express all emotions, all at once, and it threatened to overload my delicate and oh so fragile human nerves.”

Apples & Muses, a short story in which we take a moment to visit the dream and meet a muse who is building a musical beast of such a nature it ruffles the feathers of the Eumenides. Read the full story here. This book is available for free download or book purchase here.

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Monday Shorts: A is for Auspicmoriscope


Ver Sacrum Books
From our sister site book-shoppe Ver Sacrum Books we offer up this
fantastical tale from their Monday short story posts.



A is for Auspicmoriscope and the Asphodel by Bethalynne Bajema A is for Auspicmoriscope and the Asphodel

“In the late 1900’s at the height of the Spiritualist movement, Huxley Auspex took his place among the movement’s elite by creating and ushering into the world the auspicmoriscope. The fantastic claims of this invention were simple: The user looked into the eyepiece and turned the handle and the spirit realm became visible within the instrument’s view finder.”

A is for Auspicmoriscope, a penny dreadful where we meet inventor Huxley Auspex and come to find that not all inventions are created equal. Read the full story here. This book is available for free download or book purchase here.

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Monday Shorts: Sunflowers


Ver Sacrum Books
From our sister site book-shoppe Ver Sacrum Books we offer up this
fantastical tale from their Monday short story posts.



When Saturn Yawns - A Collection of Short Stories by Bethalynne Bajema When Saturn Yawns Collection – Sunflowers

“Not straight through, but down through the voice had said. Keira reached for the small corn doorknob and pulled it instead of turning it. The woven door came open easily to reveal a space below that looked neither quite like a room that had been dug into the dirt, nor like a room being given access from a strange door actually much farther away. It was more like a mirror surface that was reflecting a room behind her. She could see her own reflection placing her within this room. When she turned to look behind her, expecting to see that room, there was nothing but the tall sunflowers gently moving with the wind.”

Water, a sample of a short story in which we meet a little girl who runs into old things in the middle of an old sunflower patch. Read the story sample here. More from this collection here.

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Monday Shorts: The Dreaming


Ver Sacrum Books
From our sister site book-shoppe Ver Sacrum Books we offer up this
fantastical tale from their Monday short story posts.



Ver Sacrum Books - When Jupiter Sighs by Bethalynne Bajema When Jupiter Sighs Collection – The Dreaming

“The Sun is holding a grudge. He thinks when he sets over the horizon, when his back is turned, that his lady steps to the advances of another celestial body. Maybe the massive man of Jupiter asks her for a dance… maybe Saturn slips a ring upon her finger before placing his lips to her palm. I can hear her soft giggle, like a winter sigh, as she enjoys the attention. After all, she only has the company of her mate, truly his attention, when the night touches the day at dusk and at dawn. The time when morning’s colors of rose and yellow come bleeding through onto the deep blue velvet curtain of night. Maybe this is why that time is so odd, so foreboding. Maybe we can all feel the tension between the ancient lovers in the sky. I would tell him to step back, step away, no Sun could match the love Jupiter could offer. He would be my prince if it were my choice.”

The Dreaming, a short story in which we take a moment to visit the dream and an artist dreams of the simple and strange things an artist dreams of. Read the full story here. This book is available for free download or book purchase here.

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Monday Shorts: Water


Ver Sacrum Books
From our sister site book-shoppe Ver Sacrum Books we offer up this
fantastical tale from their Monday short story posts.



Ver Sacrum Books - When Jupiter Sighs by Bethalynne Bajema When Jupiter Sighs Collection – The Dreaming

“The sound is like cool metal sliding down a length of ice. A delicate noise of such succulent smoothness that it draws you closer, makes you feel sheer and cold. It places you flat against the flawless floor as a river of water slides over you body. It chills the skin and relaxes the soul. It is winter and heaven. These were the words my grandmother would say to me when she tucked me into bed.”

Water, a short story in which we lose all sense of form and move past the present to a place at the end of the waters; a place where strange entities live. Read the full story here. This book is available for free download or book purchase here.