Short Story

• Two Of Me

          ‘I’m fine,’ I think as I watch blood pour out of my mouth. ‘I’m always okay.’        I nod, though the action feels involuntary. ‘It’s nothing to worry about.’ I use the running water to clean my face. ‘There’s never anything wrong.’ I exit the bathroom when I’m sure the blood is gone. I walk across the Read More

• Banana Nut Muffins

  “Banana Nut Muffins” is a short story about an all-too-hectic day that was started by an order of banana nut muffins and coffee. Read More

• The Curse They Bring

          Everywhere I go, they’re there. Even when I can’t see them, I know that they are following me. I’ve done everything I can to escape—truly, I have—but it’s been a futile attempt. I fear that they will always be with me; following me, watching me, talking to me. I don’t think that I will ever Read More

• Insatiable

          There’s something about fear that I like.        I think it’s the way that people act when they’re afraid. I like the way that their eyes get wide when they realise they’re in danger. I like it when they beg for mercy in hopes of winning a way out, and when they start to sob after they Read More

• Avery Barrow

          October 31st, 1988.        “A Groovy Kind of Love” by Phil Collins was at the top of the charts. Halloween 4 had just come out. Water beds could be found pretty much everywhere. And perhaps most importantly, the Crosswick football team was throwing a huge party to celebrate their first win of the season.        Hosted by the school, Read More

• 23 Minutes

          “Don’t do it,” I say. “There are better things that you could do.”        Even as I’m speaking, I know the words are falling on deaf ears. I’m not surprised when I find myself picking up the phone. I sigh. No matter how hard I try, I can never steer myself away from my own compulsions. For Read More

• The Author

          It’s a night like many other nights. The air is sweet and mild with a crisp chill to it. The streets are empty except for resting cars. Lit pumpkins line the sidewalks while exaggerated spider webs hang from all of the houses. Small children are trying, and struggling, to fall asleep because of their Read More

• Gives You Hell

          Little can be seen in the dark throne room. Shades of black and deep red coat the walls and floors. The curtains are closed, although it seems pointless as the outside sky is protected by black clouds. Candles are lit along the entire length of the castle. They are not the most Read More

• As The World Fades to Black

          The pools of purple and blue make the canvas of my face look like some sort of crime as I examine myself in the mirror. I’m going out to dinner with my fiancée and our parents tonight. I can’t show up at the restaurant with bruises on my face. I look down at the Read More

• The Trouble With Lowlives

          The sound of crying is all around me. I don’t know how many of us are crying, but it’s the only thing that can be heard in the room. There is nothing else. There is nothing but the god-awful, continuous crying. I know I’m part of the problem. I can feel Read More