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The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was a boy with smooth skin and cheeks creased from smiles. A certain sheen glinted...

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....

The first photo pings Luka’s phone at 11:27 am, while he’s scrolling through Zillow listings of houses in Sun City that he can afford but...

Tira plucked the sethel flower off the stem and sucked the starlight from it. It hinted at sweetness, teasing like the moon on this...

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....

It is difficult to pinpoint when my insomnia started. I remember fitful sleep, filled with agitated dreams of clanking noises and foul...

Ingram slogged through the downpour to watch the execution of the hex. His calloused fingers were wrapped around the tight straps of his...

You look thin! Katia jolted up in bed, clutching her mottled blanket. Saucer-eyed, her gaze turned to the open bedroom door, a black...

It would not be found on any tourist map, but ask the locals; they could tell you. In the dark heart of St. Martin Parish, east of New...

Abram knew Kala was pregnant before she did, at least that is what he told himself. He had known with their other children as well. That,...

The two holy men traveled by day, each of them on their own mule, riding slowly through the grass, until they came to the cabin in the...

It was the cold that dragged Abigail down first. People thought you wore cold like a blanket, wrapped around your shoulders and chilling...

Part I: Their ship wasn't meant for oars, but they brought them above deck anyway. They tied the sails down, securing them with ropes to...

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,...

Once there was a farm called Green Shoots, tucked away far from downtown on a scrubby little plot of land. Neighbors swore the soil...

We are a speck of dust on the Universe’s shelf. Everyone is dead or dying and if they aren’t, then they’re simply unaware. These are the...

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...