This is the story of a man and a maid,who each by their nature was very dismayed.For in truth neither was quite right in the head,but let’s take our time, for there’s much to be said. The man wandered the… Continue Reading
Cinderella watches Get Out and A Quiet Place, and all the horror movies, eating salt and vinegar chips and pistachios in the shell. She watches TV, too, and often binges. When Stranger Things releases a new season, she drinks four… Continue Reading
In the forest, where the stones are jagged as teeth and the moss hangs wet off the peeling tree branches, there lived a witch. She loved children, meaning she found them cute, and occasionally interesting to talk to, but mostly… Continue Reading
Corwin was the one who found the nest, high up in the split crown of a dead sycamore, and Corwin was the one who said they should eat. They hadn’t eaten since the morning before. Their grandfather’s dog had barked… Continue Reading
There is a place in the New Forest where a festival is held. Once a year, celebrations bloom, banners unfurl, music drifts, and the scent of roasting sugar thickens the air. No one can tell you where The Gathering is… Continue Reading
I held my wings in my hands, reaching them back toward the alux — that tiny protrusion of bones fairies have near their shoulder blades — when three things happened at once. A gust of wind shrieked through the trembling… Continue Reading
A gnome, a really ugly one, squat of body, gnarled of face, mean of eye, strolled out from around the carton of milk and jerked the box of cereal away from Sheppard. The gnome stuck his filthy mitts into the… Continue Reading
Two nearly identical men in dark suits and mirrored sunglasses showed up at my door. One was about 6 foot tall. The other was maybe 6’1″. “We’re here with the Treasury, Fraud Division,” said the taller one. “Come in —… Continue Reading
Tatiana crept out through the night with a green pack on her back and a gun in her hand. The gun felt heavy and rigid. Her fingers streamed with sweat despite the cold air whipping at her long blond hair.… Continue Reading
Simpa stood in Father’s mud shed; she had lost the battle against the rage she felt and now proceeded with her plan with anything but a clear head. Town hall meetings usually ended around sunset so she had till then… Continue Reading