Category: Fiction

Dear Mama Truth,
They say our small southern town will be completely flooded in the next three months…

Another game. Zoë was a chess piece being shuffled around on a board…

“It had pops of habanero-like spice immediately calmed by the subdued dulce of…

It has been suggested by certain critics that Nathaniel Marwood’s play The Glass Empire is somehow ‘lesser Marwood’…

Archibald Gilchrist, London’s War-Lock, trudged through the foul-smelling streets from Spitalfields to Charing Cross…

Lara listened intently to the sound of cracking and snapping in the distance…

Dagmar waited for Phillip to get off his phone, refusing to face the retail unit they now paid rent on…

“We require the Tirani correspondence from the archives. Do not open it. Do not read it. Bring it to us.”

Cat trembled in her bed, dared not to move, dared barely to breath…

Lately, you are forced into a gender role that you do not want: the woman who cleans her house every morning…

It began one miserable March night. The city was nearly at a standstill…