Thanksgiving. That dreaded time of the year. When family members from around the country are forced to abandon their peaceful everyday lives and travel miles to congregate in a matriarch’s home for dry turkey, questions about why you’re still wearing that ugly sweater, and pointed reminders that you aren’t getting any younger (shouldn’t you really… Read More Chicken a la King
Mirrors had always held a peculiar fascination for Alice. There was a particularly large one in her bedroom which she prized. Six feet tall with gilded sides, she’d had her father buy it for her 21st birthday last year. He was wrapped so snugly around her finger that he hadn’t protested even when the clerk… Read More Fairest
It was a donut. No, a wallet. A brown wallet circular in shape and crusty in nature. Marie shook the dirt off it and listened to a faint clinking inside. Old coins? Jewelry? Excitedly, she hurried inside to find a dinner fork or some other tool she could use to pry it open. It was… Read More Is it dark yet?
Once upon a time, there was a boy and his name was Ouro. As a baby, he was perpetually putting things in his mouth. His mother’s pearls, his toys, the household slippers. Anything he could get ahold of, was treated to a dollop of saliva and a firsthand experience of mastication. The doctors said this… Read More Feed
Every day, Jack cleaned the wrought iron bars of his master’s gate. Polished them ’till they were black and shining and smooth. Top to bottom, spikes first, bottom rail last, clean side of the cloth up. Dip, wring, wipe, dip, squeeze the soap bottle, and so it went on. People always looked him sideways as… Read More Jack of One Trade
I must’ve been what? Sixteen or seventeen? Something young. That golden age when kids – especially boys, you know – think they can do anything. Youth is arrogance and beauty’s bastard child. Anyway, all my friends were graduating high school with me. Most were headed off for college somewhere and the rest had a job… Read More John pt.3
Blood dripped from her lips before she licked them clean. Picking apart the bones, Isabelle slowly sucked the marrow dry before stacking them into a neat pile of brittle on the side of her plate. There were few things that tasted like what you expected them to. Vegetables for instance, advertised a healthy snack but… Read More Sanguine