Red Jacket
December, 1988 Zara raced to put on her skates, her brown fingers stiff with the cold. Ahead of her, Helena already leaped across the icy lake. She shrieked, dodging the snowballs her older brother,...
View ArticleCaught Off-Guard
With a final heave, Prioress Angelina Martinez stuffed the brittle evergreen branches behind the snow-covered trees hemming the Abbey property line. Just beyond her, a twig snapped. Straightening, she...
View ArticleThe Raven-Haired Beauty
Marina studied them, a beautiful boy with golden hair and a raven-haired beauty walking hand-in-hand along the sun-kissed shore. They drew closer to the rocks and she ducked down, clinging to the...
View ArticleA Very Long Time
I hold the silk of my skirt in both hands: white on white. In the mirror in front of me, I keep catching myself by surprise. The woman staring back at me is a ghost, one haloed by the silver light...
View ArticleFar Beyond the Sea: Missing
The Neptunian royal family hadn’t been seen in months. Marina’s mother had just about eaten her nails to the quick, and the scales of her tail were grimy with neglect. Marina wanted to say something,...
View Articlewhere have you gone
Who are you? Girl of a thousand names, and none of them are yours. Hiding, plain as anyone can see, in an identity crisis. You’re the tragedy they write stories about. You knew who you are, what you...
View ArticleSurvivor, or What Will You Do?
Oh, my dear father. What on earth will you do now? You made me to be like you. Made me to fear. To hate. To believe things they couldn’t, because you believed them to be too small-minded. Scrap yards,...
View ArticleCover for WHAT HAUNTS NIKKI WHITNEY is finally here!
That’s right! Looks super different, doesn’t it? Guess what? The whole series got a makeover. You can preorder the story here!
View ArticleBasket of Hope
Lily looked up from where she plucked spinach, and sighed. The sun-drenched garden still lay empty, with no sign of the red-haired, homespun Hope, or her wagon, in sight. Instead, her warm laugh echoed...
View ArticleSomething Special
Kat pulled a chair over on the lawn, and settled in beside Matt, huddling in her oversized sweatshirt. Immediately, he grinned at her, and shifted his own chair closer. With one hand, he threw the bulk...
View ArticleGuess What I Found?
It was sitting on top of my head. It’s probably been there for days. It’s long enough, at this point: A gray hair. I saw it, and I just laughed. Laughed, and laughed, and laughed. No fucking way, I...
View ArticleActually, though, about that nostalgia…
…there is one thing that I miss about college: The days where i had early mornings off, I’d still pack my bags and eat in the first wave of kids in the cafeteria. I’d be done fast, sitting at a table...
View ArticleCommercial
A young woman is posed in underthings on a burnt orange couch. She looks about ten years younger than she must be, all stringy blonde hair and malnourished limbs. The shades are shut behind her, and...
View ArticleWorking for a Dream, or: Voluntary Confinement
It’s maddening: sitting here, ready to crawl out of your skin. You scream with ambition, and drive, aching to do the next thing, hampered by the eight hours you’ll be sitting there, waiting for the...
View ArticleBetter Together
Lily reached for Zacharia across the couch, her fingers trembling in the light of the oil lamp. When she touched his shoulder, rounded over a book, he jumped, and then gave her a funny, confused smile....
View ArticleNever Really Ready
I’m sitting in a dealership, getting my car serviced. The man who sold me the car comes up, having seen my name. He asks me if I’m related to a man named F. I say yes. He says, I knew his brother. Tell...
View ArticleMIGRATION: A Queer Sci Fi Anthology
MI-GRA-TION (noun) 1) Seasonal movement of animals from one region to another. 2) Movement of people to a new area or country in order to find work or better living conditions. 3) Movement from one...
View Article#ROW80: We’re Actually Quite Deep
No real updates on the cat puking. He’s ancient, literally, and probably not digesting well, but he’s otherwise as demanding as ever. He’s also got a really cushy seat with the fan blowing cool air on...
View ArticleSticks and Stones
I found him waiting for something on the trail in front of me. The clouds were low. I’d been heading back to camp, bundling up some firewood for dinner that night, when I’d caught him there. At first,...
View ArticleMuddy Palms
I made sure the camper was dripping with charms before we went to bed, glittering rocks hanging from strings. Still, as I turned down the lamp and crawled into my sleeping bag, a shiver passed over me....
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