Fiction - Short Story
I smelled his blood long before I saw it. Horror became terror. “Caleb!” I beat back the leafless branches blocking my path at eye level. Could he hear me? Was he alive? “Caleb!” When I finally saw the blood coating the dead leaves and dry bark of the deep forest, I...
Fiction - Short Story
“I just think we’re in two totally different stages of our lives, right now. I’m twenty-two years old, paying 80% of my income in rent, and haven’t seen anything of the world, and you’re—” I checked my notes, “Three thousand, eight hundred and eleven, by our last...
Fiction - Short Story
The dead don’t dream. Left to idle for too long and memory would sweep them under, dragging them aimlessly through the foggy past. But Mona ached to return to that hazy place each night after her shift in the club—to the man with features lost in sunlight, but whose...
