MadelineA white van goes barging down the empty city street. The sun shines off the metal walls on either side of the street. The companies that had once occupied this side of town have abandoned …
The Stick in Lilith’s Hair
“It’s easy,” Ursula said. “You just need to concentrate harder.” “I am concentrating harder,” Lilith said through her clenched teeth. She brushed her black hair away from her big coffee-hued eyes. She was exhausted and …
A Writer’s Nightfall
Clair didn’t need to open her eyes to know that it was not yet morning. The rays of sun had not yet peeked through the slotted window blinds. But she knew her sleep was over. …
The Truth Comes Out
“Speak now,” I commanded Anne. I needed her to talk to me. To know she was okay. That she was breathing. And that she would not pull the Kultro chef knife out of the round …