The Dance of Dead Souls (a short story)

In some parts of the world, people can see the Northern Lights. They are beautiful, exotic, and mysterious.

What do they mean? Why are they there, and why do they change this way?

This short story examines that question.



You'll notice that there is no minimum price set for this story.

I'm trying an approach titled "Pay What You Want," because I trust my work. I know my stories are good. I also trust people to recognize that quality and pay what they think the story is worth. Also, I know how hard it is to judge new writers, so I want to make it easy for people to try my work.