Raising the Dead by Megan Cartwright
These men want to birth decay. How little they know. I bleed death as the moon wanes.
The Devil Appears by Jordan Trethewey
Surprise! You thought I’d be red, the colour of eternal fire and brimstone. But I am simply a reflection of the nastiest species to walk God’s green and blue Earth.
American Scene: ‘The Rain Follows the Plow’ April 14, 1935 by Melissa Boston
They often recalled those long periods of rain during their morning prayers, as if something mechanical could ever yield anything tender. Inevitably, what came from under those deep- uprooted grasses, they were unprepared for. When the Black Roller rose the dark, consuming dust from the upturned plains with its aberrant tendrils, all the good works […]
Beautiful Fear by Michelle C Jacobs
The flames boasted powerfully out of my chimney, illuminating my beautiful army as it trekked to the village. Tonight would be my night to shine. Tonight would be the villagers last night. No more raids. No more burnings. No more witch hunting. I cackled loudly into the flames, willing my laughter to be carried to […]
The Neighbors by Gabby Gilliam
Sharon tried to warn Tom about the neighbors. Their hairless heads gleaming like errant moons. The dark hollows of their eyes thrust at her like a honed blade. The stares that lingered long enough to burn. She should have left the night Tom came home with a smooth scalp. She should have fled this morning […]
