Noel Mallory
Bio
I aspire to write historical fantasy stories that combine themes of social justice, queer identity, magic, and grimdark adventure.
Stories (7)
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Lost Things
It all starts because there’s a certain Great White shark—small for its species and covered in thick, white scars—who has a disposition for mayhem. It bangs against the glass of the aquarium when visitors stop to ponder the aquarium life, or even as they pass. The shark seems to have an intuition about which guests have a more sensitive constitution, as it has a great track record of singling out which people will scream the loudest, which children will be so terrified that their parents will have a talk with the administrator about that “godawful beast.”
By Noel Mallory3 years ago in Fiction
Exchange of Iron and Bee
There’s a vaguely plane-shaped hole in the ceiling of the forest, letting in the only large spanse of light in the otherwise gloomy and overgrown forest. A forest that doesn’t see much of human-like beings, only beasts of instinct and shadows of creatures. The air in this forest is humid and sticky, so dense that the trees and their creeping fingers, the lush blankets of moss, even the chaotic mess of downed trees and their magnificent corpses, seem to be the intense overgrowth of millenia.
By Noel Mallory3 years ago in Fiction
