This morning she pushes a clump of matted hair away from her face as she watches the parade of the Haves marching by in lockstep on their way to work. ...
Out on the front patio of the old coffee shop — they meet here every day, discussing their backs and their wives and the minutiae of their lives. One older ...
“Excuse me,” I began, wearing a smile I tried my best to make amiable rather than condescending, “I’m a newcomer here. I notice the people around here are very fond ...
I drove a different way, the last time, taking a road that turned out not to be a road at all, wherein I mean it began as a road and ...
I would question the sanity of anyone who’s not questioning their own sanity nowadays, Doctor, but this patient of mine — Patient Z, let’s call him — put even me ...
A macabre, disturbing story of monsters and mothers.
Mama lets the paddling pool water spill onto the grass. That’s how the neighbors’ kids know it’s time to go home.
We are going somewhere far: a dark tale of blood and knives.
I could hear them every day. Sometimes they sounded like little horses cantering around on the warehouse’s rooftop. Hooves reverberating on metal sheets. Their calls weren’t what I expected, a ...
A story based on true events: when a mysterious fever puts Sue in the hands of a blood-thirsty surgeon, the young classics scholar summons her idol – a warrior goddess ...
Cortes looked out through the moonlit night, out across the steaming ground, out across the glistening earth, out upon the bodies that lay and lay and lay in the courtyard.
A humorous take on a writer who manipulates life for his art and its ramifications.
The weather had turned for the better since the last night. She had retired to her room when he arrived at half past ten. So early! He was astonished. She ...
There’s nothing to spill, but it rolls across my uneven floor to the opposite corner of the room, and bumps into the shoebox containing my father’s personal effects.
It’s terrible, you see they’ve started using paper bags at the supermarket. Brown paper bags. Well it didn’t take me long to figure out that this presented an unprecedented opportunity. ...
A story about love and faith and reconciling with a dark secret from the past.
‘My Dark Vanessa’ through the music of Fiona Apple, encompassing #MeToo and Lolita along the way.
As a teen, I was obsessed with my knickers, whether to allow boys into them and getting them in a twist. My mother instilled in me the importance of ensuring ...
She had been collecting supplies for some time: fabric, yarn, scissors, and glue. Strong glue. She needed this to hold together.
Are you one of the weird kids, too? A birthday party and a new friend.
