Category Archives: Stories

A picture of dark grey rocks with a lighter grey rock to the bottom right. Superimposed on the picture is text that reads "Moonstone"

Catch up on Part 1 through Part 10 Part 11 I stood nervously at the counter downstairs, fiddling with the moonstone. I didn’t know if I wanted to part with it just yet, but I couldn’t place just why I wanted to keep it. It was just hard to part with. Perhaps it was enchanted, to keep from getting lost among rubble again. My thoughts were interrupted by Midon slapping down a handful of coin on the counter, the noise ringing in my ears a moment. “Here,” she said, watching me through thick lashes. “I’m going to need a name for my records.” “Oh.” I hadn’t thought of that. “Sonbri Baar.” She jotted the name down in a logbook, then paused, staring at her handwriting. Then, turning to me, she asked, “The same Sonbri Baar that stole Soulsilver, Chalice of the Fallen?” I was glad she had returned my knives.…

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A picture of dark grey rocks with a lighter grey rock to the bottom right. Superimposed on the picture is text that reads "Moonstone"

Catch up on Part 1 through Part 9 Part 10 “A supplement?” “Yes.” Staring at this mysterious woman, I wondered what it might be. My soul? My firstborn child? Weren’t those things that witches loved? Finally, I asked, “What supplement is that?” Her blush deepened and she did a cute spin on the spot, looking over her shoulder at me. “Well, I’m taking a magical item off your hands, so it has to be an appropriate exchange. I could part with at least ten gold coin, but I still want something more.” I nodded, understanding nothing of how witches worked. “What do you want?” “A kiss.” I greeted her proposal with silence. What else could I do? Witches worked in mysterious ways, maybe she would steal my soul with the kiss. Another part of me, the foolish girl in me, wanted to test the waters. Would a kiss lead elsewhere?…

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A Dark purple background with a smiling pumpkin at the bottom. Text reads: Monster Month: 5 Short Stories by Tia Liet

October is Monster Month! We’re reaching the end of the first week of October now, and that means that some spooky reads are coming your way for Halloween! Over on itch.io, Monster Month is up for Pay What You Want for the rest of October! That means that after the month is finished, I’ll be removing the stories from here and the collection will be available to buy for $2.99 USD. The stories included in Monster Month are A Slippery Slope, Signed in Blood, A Witches Curse, Ghostly Encounters, and The Terrible Night. These stories will not continue to be available to read on my website after Halloween. Content warnings are provided in the beginning of the book. Dead Things Galore! A short story called Dead Name will be coming toward Halloween, too! I put out a call a few months ago for beta readers. So, thank you to everyone…

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A picture of dark grey rocks with a lighter grey rock to the bottom right. Superimposed on the picture is text that reads "Moonstone"

Catch up on Part 1 through Part 8 Part 9 “I could buy it.” “You said it would be useless.” “Yes,” said Midon, standing and brushing crumbs from her dress. “It would be.” “Then why?” I watched as she took my plate, now-finished, from in front of me and began washing it. “Why buy something useless?” “I run a strange shop,” she said after a moment, keeping her back to me. “I collect odds and ends. I collect things that most people don’t see value in.” “But–” She turned to stare at me, and my mouth snapped shut. “That stone is useless.” She turned to me, wiping her hands. “But it’s not worthless.” “Then…” She nodded, a new kind of smile on her face and a light blush dusting her cheeks. “I’ll buy it off you.” Yes! I sat up straighter, ready to do business, but she put up her…

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An open book lays flat in the middle with black bars above and below. Above, the text reads "Storyteller: Flash Fiction", and the text below reads "Tia Liet".

Kill Them With Kindness There’s a short story on my website called Kill Them With Kindness, about Mortemer and his unfortunate powers. When I initially wrote it, it was meant to be flash fiction. I put myself under restrictions that were pretty strict and therefore never developed the story in a way I liked. I wanted to know the world better, and I never got the chance to explore very far with the idea. That is going to change. So, that means that right now Kill Them With Kindness is being reworked. For now, the story that inspired it will remain online. I’ll post updates periodically. When I’m ready to release the novella into the wild, you’ll all be the first to know! Storyteller: Flash Fiction Now, I’m a fan of short fiction. I try to read a lot of it, because I can’t always digest longer works when I…

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A picture of dark grey rocks with a lighter grey rock to the bottom right. Superimposed on the picture is text that reads "Moonstone"

Catch up through Part 1 to Part 7 Part 8 “What’s it for?” I stared down at the food in front of me. She had said her name was Midon, but I wasn’t sure if I trusted it. She had also told me about how the shop had been passed to her by her father when he’d fallen ill, and that at one time, Midon, her mother, and her father had slept in that one room. But I was finished listening to pleasantries. Something about her was so enchanting that it was almost impossible to tear away from her silk-spun stories. Midon sighed. “It’s a catalyst.” “What’s that mean?” She traced patterns into the wooden table with a long nail. It took a long moment of silence before she sat forward and met my eyes. “It means it’s useless except to the witch who made it.” I slumped. “So no…

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The Red Journal Second Edition by Tia Liet The story, a sapphic love story told through journal entries, takes the reader on a sweet adventure through Calgary. Tucker, the narrator, finds the red journal on the train and feels entitled to read it. What he finds inside changes him. Now re-released with a brand-new cover! “Tucker found it on the train. It was a small, red, hardcover book, tattered at the edges with a broken spine, hardly looking like much anymore; well used.[…]”“Enraptured, inside he finds a broken heart, a journey of healing, and a love story.” Synopsis of The Red Journal by Tia Liet On Sale! You can purchase this second edition title from a number of retailers, including Kobo, Apple iBooks, and Barnes & Noble. This link will update as more stores become available: https://books2read.com/u/4XXZLe As well, if you are a reviewer or blogger, you can request a…

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Prince of the Sea has a release! You can download the PDF from Patreon, or read it online on Wattpad. You can also find the links at the bottom of the page here. It’s a very emotionally driven story, about Prince Emilod as he speaks to his parents about his title. It’s about being transgender, as Emilod is a trans man. The story contains warnings for: transphobia, misgendering, and manipulation. The story revolves around a trans man. This pivotal conversation with his parents about his title is a turning point in his life. He currently goes by the feminine title, Vines, and wants to change to the masculine Vinev. This is a story about how he comes to exile himself.

There’s a short story about Sigillea coming to Patreon on Wednesday! If you’re supporting my page, you’ll get to see it immediately! Otherwise, it will become public soon! The short story is about Mytra Agantis, and comes with content warnings for child abuse, child slavery, and violence. The story is a scene in which Mytra and their Aedir are interacting after training. If that’s not your jam, don’t worry, there will be other things in the future that aren’t so heavy! You can read it here. Have a good weekend, everyone!

Fwip. They stared at the card. It was illuminated by candle light, for no other purpose but to set the mood. The red eyes painted on the back of the card stared back. “So, let’s see,” they said quietly to the rat sitting on their shoulder. It felt wrong to speak loudly in such silence. Besides, you never knew who was listening – or watching. Licking their lips, the witch turned the card over. Tiny whiskers tickled their ear as the beautiful figures of the lovers revealed themselves. There were three of them, holding hands, each one a different gender. The tall one with large curves and dark freckles on dark skin, was a woman. The short one who was stout and blocky and straight lines, was a genderfluid agender demiboy. The middle one with flyaway hair and tired eyes was gendervoid. The nonbinary witch knew all this because they…

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