Thoughts of Nonnina by Julia St. Clair

In your Northern Bronx home, set against The room with the crimson carpet and plastic Covered furniture, you play with me, and recall Memories of how for a year you wore Black for your mother then, after a year, after a month, repeated Modeling darkness when your...

The Coat Rack by Chris Miller

Thank god the first week is over and I’m finally in bed. I roll from my side onto my back and look towards the ceiling. The paint is peeling off, little broken piece by little-broken piece. It’s nothing bizarre, just chipped paint. My roommate’s quiet, slow breathing...

A Witch in Wonderland by Heidi Clorofilla

I run through the forest, the sound of pitchforks scraping the ground and screams not far behind me. I jump over bushes and through mangled tree branches. My ebony hair flies across my face; I hear myself breathing rapidly, my lungs inhaling the fresh pine of the...

Is That Really It? by Shawn Murrell

Her long, thin fingers stirred until the liquid became clear in small cauldron over the roaring fire. This was her crowning achievement, and she cackled triumphantly, her head tilted back to greet the full moon. The witch’s name would be remembered, and feared, by...

Q & A with Ms. Alice by Emily DiNuzzo

Emily: Good afternoon, Ms. Alice. My name is Emily. Did anyone tell you why I have come to see you today? Alice: *silence* Emily: Do you know where you are? Alice: *silence, sits up cautiously* Emily: You are in the Ferningham Asylum. You have been in a coma for quite...
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