Stories by
Michelle Ristuccia

She lay as still as she was able, making a game of it, trying not to wake him. He would only put his arm around her in his sleep.

Michelle Ristuccia’s writing blog can be found at wakingdreamsblog.blogspot.com

After the faeries cursed it with sentience, the radio grew tired of hearing the same tunes twice a day.

You can find Michelle Ristuccia’s writing blog at wakingdreamsblog.blogspot.com