Naked, Lloyd’s in the bedroom. Light fangs delicately like 10,000 moths through lace curtains, ladling itself down Lloyd’s bare, shaking body. He pours Dottie’s urn ash into the waterbed—a 86…
The devil worked as a singer in a piano bar in Phoenix, Arizona. He went to work at eight, sang his songs until closing time. He took his breaks at…
This is the house that Jack built. Wood house with basil paint, cobwebbed, darker than before, darker than when Jessie was here. Jack remembers when they first saw this property.…
The dad tossed the son in the pool, pajamas and all, at 6 am on a Saturday. The son flailed about, screaming under the water. He sunk lower and lower.…
When the cats came, they spoke to her. At their behest, the woman tamed them enough to touch them, and put out bowls of crunchy food and fresh water. They…
As far as Peter was concerned, his grandmother might be right about the taxi drivers because he could swear the one who hesitated in front of their house last week…
I read a story about a girl who lassoed the moon, held it in her arms, and soothed it from the stars. If the moon needed soothing, I could not…
The way it goes is this: witches are always wicked and all-knowing. It also goes: children are always true-hearted and ignorant to the workings of the world. There was a…
“Mama,” I begin, but she just tells me that she isn’t and walks away. ♦ Papa explains to me that I’m a changeling. Once upon a time a faerie came…
Mama was a werewolf. Maybe she was born that way, maybe she got bitten—Little Red didn’t know how it started, but there was a wolf inside her mama stuck beneath…
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