You Smell of Smoke

It’s snowing out. A few weeks before Christmas Day. You’re shopping for presents. A scarf, red like something burning to … More

Miss Apple Votes to Burn

I was wrapped in linens, the ones my father had traded jars of moss for in a desert town years … More

After sunset, and a dead boy sat in a wicker chair on the porch of his mama’s home. Seeing the … More

Hello, whoever is out there, My Halloween tale “The Last Ghoulies of the Season” has been chosen as a finalist … More

A preface: The tale before you is a rewrite of a story I wrote in my 5th grade English class. The … More

The cycle came back around, started over, and as with magical things, August returned with the wind. A warm wind, … More

Darling Nancy awoke to the sounds of her sisters shrieking like wind through narrow corridors. She threw the covers from … More