It’s just like the story: You have this lover that you meet in the woods—you’re always out wandering in the woods, have been climbing those trees since you were a…
Just as the men were about to prick off Seth’s fingers one by one, lights shone in the dark, in the vineyards, in trees that were mangled, but once inviting,…
You wanted to be Rosamund, the girl in that famous dress, a single layer of sheer lace that left the body exposed to the eyes of the court. Walking down…
My sister followed a trip to the morgue to identify my remains with a visit to the liquor store and a pawnshop. I mirrored her shuffle through the aisles, directing…
The tiger crouched in the clearing, butterscotch eyes watching Em lazily. It was bigger than she had imagined one could be—bigger than the ones she scribbled in unsteady crayon with…
Chloe stared at herself in the mirror, captivated by the beautiful stranger she saw there. Her dark upswept hair, with tendrils that framed her long face, was delicately streaked with…
When at last through the trees we spot the towering outline of the pagoda, our bodies tense and we creep towards the clearing. We have traveled so far, and yet…
All the children whose mothers threatened to take them back to the orphanage were left standing at the bottom of the stairs, fast-packed suitcases in hand, facing the door with…
On 43rd street, a yellow house sits like an egg, waiting to hatch a new family. For the past few weeks, the newly married have tried naked and naked again…
The Moose wanders the wilderness—an ocean of timber and terror. Heart in its throat. Fear on its back. By the blue burn of the moon, seized by a thousand hands…
Gingerbread House Lit Mag 