The hermit wears the bearskin to town. He lost all his clothes to the fire. His feet are naked, his ankles cold. His reservoirs drained to put out flames, he…
Chloe shoves her tongue between a jagged tooth and the pulp of destroyed gums beneath it. The pain is a certain kind of itch, so she presses through, flooding her…
Rain pours for eight straight days in August. Rains out the high school football game, rains out the county fair, rains out the weekly farmers’ market. The river between the…
After almost being cooked alive in the hour-long ride, we clamber from the car and into the open. We promise to stay together, cross our hearts and hope to die,…
My earliest memory is of a swarm of bees lifting me into the apple tree. I was four, hair the color of chrysanthemums. The bees anointed me their queen and…
Mother told me stories. They were stories of the monsters that hunt at night. She also told me of the rule our people have. There is only one. To prevent…
I once read Snow White every day for a week. Sunday On the first day, I read Snow White and considered the color red. As many versions of red exist…
She first sees him in the mirror, over her mother’s shoulder. She’s asking about the canapes, and where to have the workman set up the marquis, and the housekeeper who…
The woman heard a noise like the sound of lightning—it was small, so small it might have just been the intention of lightning—from inside her locked room. She pressed her…
PART I We told everyone beforehand not to stare. That the Minotaur was, different. Was half and half. Was not like other party people. We thought he would be a…
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