Author Wendy May pondering what to write next Hi happy readers, Time certainly passes by quickly when your head is filled with dozens of novels itching to come out. I'm so excited that my latest book, Bound by Fate, is complete! It will be available for purchase on Amazon and o n Kindle Vella . If you haven't read the first two books in this series yet ( Bound by Pride and Bound by Night) then please do before reading BOUND BY FATE because there are some spoilers for those stories throughout the novel. I hope everyone has had a wonderful summer. My family went camping at our favorite lake near the mountains las t week, which was perfect timing since I was finishing up revisions on B ound by Fate. I' ve been busy getting ready for Halloween and Christmas ever since. The weather w here I'm currently staying at has been gorgeous, but it's also very hot outside. I'm hoping to get a few days off soon so we can go to an amusement park or something fun li

Flash Fiction Mayhem

Surging waterfall by green mountains
Prepare yourself, here are a handful of extremely brief snippets of fiction for your reading leisure.

Flash Fiction, Old photographs and pens clutter a white surface
Her adventure first began when she discovered her aunt's letters. A thin layer of dust covered a single image of a fae dancing in twilight.


Flash Fiction Online, A fruit shaped like a strawberry chicken
Topping the news tonight, midwest farmers complain of massive chickenadoes devestating their farmland. Experts claim these odd events are creating a new type of fruit ---the cheepberry. "I highly suspect fowl play," said lead author Wendy May.

Flash Fiction Snippets, A Girl gamer stands besides video game characters
Todd scowled. "You couldn't have beat me in PVP, you're just a girl!"

Julia smirked. "Real skill isn't based on gender but hard work and daily practice. Next time, get on my level."

He threw his controller to the arena floor and stormed out.


Flash Fiction, Fantasy female with a frozen teardrop, blue hair and lipstick
"Eyes of sapphire blue; the lifeless color of the grave. The blood within her veins flows as if made of sheets of frigid ice. A single teardrop frozen upon her cheek. Run, if you may see her, run. Nothing good comes of encountering a winter fae." - Robert the one-eyed bandit.

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