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Yvonne McArthur

I’m Yvonne, a fiction, fantasy, and sci-fi writer.

My goal is to transport you into a world of adventure, magic, and courage—and recommend books that do the same.

Why? Because stories inspire me to be braver, try new things, and put myself in others’ shoes. When I moved far away from home, stories helped me connect to the people and places I encountered. Learn more about me.


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Your Passport to 5 Magical Young Adult Fantasy Realms

Do you ever endlessly scroll through your library app (or wander through a bookstore) at a loss for what to read next? Well, scroll no more. I’ve got your back—er book suggestions right here. Sign up to my email list to get 5 fantasy series recommendations (plus other great wordy stuff).

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"Fancy Food, Gemoss" Photo by Kārlis Dambrāns CC BY 2.0
Fiction | Short Story
Hambre Town

The bus screeched to a halt in front of Hambre Town Hall. “End of the line, folks,” announced the driver, flinging open the entry door. Lucy uncoiled from her seat, groaned and stretched. Her back crackled and popped as she stood up, releasing the tension of 23 hours folded into four different bus seats. She shouldered her pack and trooped down the aisle, giving the driver a bleary nod before tripping down the steps.

"Lightning" Photo by Billy Gast CC BY 2.0
Fantasy | Short Story
Renn at Night

urple storm clouds and crackles of lightning swept over the moors. Bolts of white and violet snapped from the clouds like snake tongues melting the darkness. For a brief moment, the night became a curtain. It swept back to reveal a stage of backlit silhouettes. If there had been an audience they would have glimpsed gnarled shrubs, a ribbon of roadway, and a running figure.

"Newspaper Sunny Yellow" Photo by Jon S CC BY 2.0
Fiction | Short Story
News

Every morning Richard Chan sat down to a plate brimming with sausages and beet slices and a 1 liter jug of Turkish coffee. He ate while reading the newspaper. As he read, his complexion grew more and more mottled and his breathing heavier.

"Rock away" Photo by sundazed CC BY-SA 2.0
Fiction | Short Story
Commotion

“What’s the commotion?” Agnes Whittaker called out. First the party line went off. Then Tim, the neighbor boy, shot out of his front door, his face the color of baking soda. He hopped on his bike and pedaled furiously down the sidewalk. At the sound of her voice, he skidded to a halt a few feet shy of the porch.