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I believe there is a conspiracy ongoing involving all of us. I don’t know when or where it began, nor who initiated it. They occult from...

He dreamed the red dream of blood falling in rivers from a cliff. He stood beneath, drinking it, knowing he would never be hungry again....

His sword shone brightly, as I drew my own. May God forgive me. I had never fought one, so bold, and so knightly who held the throne. His...

Lagnogard, balancing on her scaly tail atop one of the many sandstones jutting from the beach, stretched out each of her stubby green...

I have not felt the comfort of sleep since my third death. It’s been twenty, maybe twenty-five days since I last tasted the stain of the...

Outside it’s snowing. Again. Hard. Already new-white blankets the off-white of last week’s storm on the campus of our mid-sized college...

I once studied in the hall of mirrors, kept my back to the reflections. I never recognize myself anyway. I looked out the wall of windows...

I waited for Dr. Pendleton in one of the many uncomfortable wooden chairs in the foyer, a glass of champagne bubbling gently on the table...

My name does not matter anymore. Who I was and what I am have become one and the same: I am hungry and I have been hungry for so long now...

Sailing the chill waters of the Atlantic Ocean, the cargo ship MS Harper was the only speck of brightness in the vast moonless night....

“Why do my minions have to be such damned idiots?” Though chapped beyond all patience (admittedly, a low threshold in his case), he grins...

For you, I’d stand sacrificial on the plinth, neck first. Perhaps the gravest worship Is an oncoming death. My willingness to Spill. I...

my head speak to my soul from under my pillow. I drink the occult of the night as dreams of Goddess Artemis surface. In a forest, among...

The road ahead slithers like a giant black serpent in restless desert night Fingers drum on the wheel to the beat of his demons, as...

I am the devil’s anvil he beats on me daily it doesn’t hurt all that much you get used to it and the pounding drowns out all the white...

How many borders exist within a single universe…what is the one true, crucial border? —Jenny Erpenbeck Close to my house, a five-story...

She was angry with her mother. The boys were going to Big Creek to swim and she wasn’t allowed. She was ten. It wasn’t fair. The only...

‘Yo no creo en brujas, pero que las hay, las hay’ (Galicia’s cruel saying) There was a thief that a bad luck set him on the way to your...