Author: Yvonne McArthur

Yvonne McArthur is a freelance writer and developmental editor based in Guatemala. Growing up between cultures sparked her love for telling stories that encourage us to be kinder, more courageous, more connected humans. She’s completed one full-length fantasy novel and recently started her second. Her short fiction has appeared in anthologies and online, and her editorial work helps writers sharpen their voice, strengthen their story arcs, and connect more deeply with their readers. When she’s not working on manuscripts, you’ll find her riding her motorcycle with her canine sidekick, hiking volcanoes, or devouring her latest read.
  • 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.

  • Mask

    The planet Antelos was lush, vibrant, and full of life. Its atmosphere was made of an earth-familiar mixture of gases, with one uniquely alien exception: halivium. Halivium was not toxic, not initially, and not for everyone. But in a certain percentage of the population containing a particular gene sequence, halivium could at some point in their lives become poisonous.

  • 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.

  • Café & Coats

    ronica as she rushed by with a slice of carrot cake. “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” Zeke commented to the bar-stool population-at-large. He tamped grounds into the portafilter, locked it into place, and pulled a shot.