“Leave him,” the apple said, “you deserve better.” “Who am I without him?” she asked. She slid her back down the rough tree to rest in the grass beneath it. The silhouette of the apple hung on a thin stem… Continue Reading
Raythene was a stunner, her mother was a glory — lustrous, the pair of them. The grandfather — people called him Beautiful Joe, and you know what that means. Scare the shit out of Satan. If you claimed you weren’t… Continue Reading
When the car emerged into Hell, the first thing Giuseppe Banca did was squint. Sunshine, strong and warm, shone from a pale yellow sky. Hell’s landscape was a rolling sea of grass and purple-tinged trees, stretching over slight rises and… Continue Reading
Mark looked up from his coloring project on the floor as Mother walked into the kitchen. “I need to start cooking supper now,” she told him. “So go lie down for your nap. And be very quiet when you go… Continue Reading
Listen to “Dear Baby” by Allison Nast, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Allison Nast is a previously unpublished writer recently married to the love of her life. She graduated from the S.I. Newhouse School of Public Communication at Syracuse University… Continue Reading
My son changed everything in one day. I want to change it back. He told me about something sick that happened to him. His mom and I didn’t know. We are still shocked to know about what happened to our… Continue Reading
This was how my father always told our family ghost story. We had nearly arrived at our rented holiday cottage after a long car journey to the seaside on a warm, cloudless spring day. With an hour or so to… Continue Reading
“If you’ve nothing to hide, then why not just tell us?” said Pig. The other animals leaned in, tightening the ring in the center of the barn. “I told you,” replied Chicken. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Look,… Continue Reading
The hot breath of two AM ghosts over my stomach. There is a drop of sweat on point in every pore, an army ready to advance over my skin’s desert in the dark. His pillow burns with once-familiar absence. Next… Continue Reading
The king had three daughters who loved to bake. His girls had been raised with everything except their mother who died in childbirth. The king wanted them to marry powerful men and introduced them to noblemen. None of the men… Continue Reading