Isabel Nee

Isabel Nee loves reading, writing, science, birds, and mythology. She sporadically practices archery, and is known to research bizarre genetic disorders which she then inflicts on her characters. Isabel has had prose and poetry published in elementia magazine and Showcase Selections ~ 2016. She is currently writing a YA fantasy novel, and hopes to some day become a professional novelist. Isabel lives in Kansas where she hatches chickens and (she would like to think) great ideas.

Battle of Wills

The rhythmic bang, bang, bang of his hoof against the stall door reverberated through the old stables. Pegasus bobbed his head with the sound as though the echoing, metal clangs were the sweetest music to his ears. They weren’t, but he wasn’t letting the stable boy know that. Not that it was the stable boy’s fault […]

The Mage

Though I knew I had to steal the key, my conscience still smote me brutally. It wasn’t like it had been my idea after all. The hall was black-dark, but it wasn’t hard to flick open the lock on the tiny box and remove its contents. I could feel everything through my thin gloves, black […]

Deadly Seduction

“Deadly Nightshade,” I said, twirling the flower’s delicate stem between my fingers, “also known as Atropa belladonna. Extracts of it have been used as anesthetics, muscle relaxers, and for anti-inflammatory purposes throughout history. The entire plant is extremely toxic, but under the right dosage and conditions, it can be medicinal.” The spiky, five-petaled purple flower […]

Will of Bequest

The wrong aunt had died. At least, in my opinion. Aunt Fiona had never been a welcoming woman, and she’d become truly frigid toward me a few years back. Truthfully, I wished she was the one who’d died, not my gregarious and soft-hearted Aunt Josephine. But Great-aunt Josephine was the eldest sister, so I suppose […]

Devil’s Alley

A narrow alleyway, generally known as Devil’s Alley, separated the business block and housing development. On one end of the alley an artist had built a fancy arched entrance between the brick side of a store and a high wall around the housing area. It was called the Devil’s Doorway; not because it was particularly […]