Stories

Olivia Frances is a writer, first. That’s what she’s always identified as. As a young child, she created pictures and stories that were a part of her identity, even though…

Sleek. Strong. The color of mahogany. Rachel Lutz lifted the statue of the horse up off the flea market vendor’s table. The statue’s weight surprised her. Much lighter than she…

Halloween was my favorite evening to work at this exclusive all-girls boarding school. I know I should have retired years ago, but something kept me tethered here. A rope of…

From a distance, Will Dougherty spots the old man and the hounds. They appear like a mirage on the lonesome trail. The vision causes the thoughts in Will’s warring mind…

For Kitty and Priss Orange neon tubing lettered a sign that hung bolted with rusted rebar to the sandstone above the Silent Harp’s entrance. Lynette saw dark yellow paint peeling…