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The doctor who admitted me didn't believe in ghosts. He believed in delusions, in misfiring synapses, in the chemical architecture of...

The policeman’s red and blue flashing lights signaled for them to pull over. Nikki, the driver, told Trini, who had drifted into the...

To thee, an angel, called by the Lord unto the operation of this machine— In the days of Moses thou puttest the word of God into the...

The river doesn't care if you're ready. Mid-life catches you like an undertow, drags you into waters too deep for standing. One day...

My mind, memories, and soul came into being—like waking up, only somehow, I was already awake. My dim cabin aboard the Samsa was more...

Jessica parked her Tesla in the drive. Planning to meet Mike at Luigi’s for drinks after a quick shower and change, she didn’t bother to...

It’s crushing but slippery, like a birth but better but worse; there are eyes on you, through  you, but you can’t summon any numbers to...

September rains christened the old cemetery with a bleakness that blackened the gravestones tumbled among the trees grown up in neglect....

Zephiel used to like Purgatory. He’d enjoyed shepherding souls to redemption, purifying  the reformed, and even overseeing the delicate...

Our denial and patience have reached their limit. We must do something about the ghosts. Postings on them have gone through the roof....

From where you crouch, the city is a swarm of lights. You hear the horn of the final ferry and know it carries the day’s last tourists....

I work long into the night making the birds, sewing the slender feathers with fine thread, knitting the tiny hearts, the miniature lungs....

Everyone is called here once in their life. Some die on the journey; rarely will a person die before the feeling consumes them: the...

I buried the truth near here, near this bench. In the park, yes; I panicked. I know how I must look: a woman unmoored, wild haired,...

Ripples in the canals are the only warning you get. They’re also the last thing most people see. When feeding starts, you’d better hope...

Upon his departure from his horrible, sinful life, he was not greeted by fire and brimstone. There was not light, there was not the...

The van in their driveway is totaled. May doesn’t need an expert to tell her that. The oak tree growing through it is proof enough. Bark...

Rivers of blood oozed down the beached leviathan’s blubbery skin, darkening the foam of incoming waves and staining the sand. Frenzied...

The hills of home were hewn with gray—gray, gray, gray—haunting gray. Their house stood silent, still, upon the hill—it never...

Rain slickened the cobbled steps up the long road to the professor's home. The home had stood on its mountain perch for over four hundred...