are too young to use makeup or talk about cute boys. Instead, they beckon her with a bathroom mirror. Bloody Mary, they whisper three times, a mantra complete with strained,…
Pigeon feathers don’t faze me. Nor numbers. Isn’t three just another name for God? Tesla’s no God, no devil either only a man born in a storm. The others cross…
A god, not my father, takes me to the beach, where I lie down, thinking what is the place called where the sea wets the sand? I press my fingers into…
The wedding was an intimate affair, officiated by the local clockmaker as no holy man would sanction such an affront to the sacrament of matrimony. Though young and with a…
Ask wikiHow to ward off the witch with her flat black claws tapping on the transit door while a jukebox grows in your ears and you wipe your french fry…
I’m hungry, she said, like any child. We were all hungry come the spring. The girl would not eat with us. They brought me her heart. I know it was…
I find warmth between the pines of two countries past the forgotten wooden rake and shattered granite sundial. The trail stretches along the spit shedding light by light dark into…
After sex, she straightens her stockings then reapplies her lipstick and as she rolls down the tube, she feels a phantom, a ghost curling up inside her chest She remembers…
On seeing her, Prince Felio knew he must posses the little girl in the glass coffin for himself. The dwarves were opposed to letting her go. He convinced them with…
Through the fog a caravan traveled across the Plain of Trevick toward the tiny village of Urigstat. Nestled alongside the gently flowing River Vridlo, the quiet hamlet slept unaware. As…
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