ve been covering the night shift lately. It just makes sense. Bernie has kids and Trevor has early morning classes over at the state college in Weatherly. At our last staff meeting, Andy (our manag…

The recipe for Ronny’s charm belonged to Mr. Chen, some retired chef who used run a cheap Chinatown restaurant. Truth be told, when Kaifeng first met Ronny at Venue in the west side of downtown, th…

Okay, this thing looks like it’s recording. The light is on, but I have no idea if it still really works. Not much else does, but I figured keeping a record of some kind is a good idea. Though I st…

“How many times have I had the misfortune to die?” Juliet falls into her chair with a dramatic toss of her head. “As many times as the rest of us.” Desdemona rolls her eyes.

Content Note: This story uses unusual formatting and fonts that may not be accessible to screen readers. A screen reader- and accessibility device-friendly version is located in this link here.   Worlds pop into existence, composed by clicking keyboards or…

She almost jumps when she sees the message on the screen. Her bones rattle. A shoulder blade falls on the floor. But she doesn’t care about the shoulder blade. Anyway, there is not much time left for her. Minutes or hours, at most.

Knocked one star for the smell. It’s been six hours and it still reeks like an ecological disaster in here. Can’t exactly open the windows, with all that mold crawling up the outside of the house. I tried cutting the Inkicide with some vanilla extract, and…

This leaflet contains the rules for Feast or Famine. These game rules were written by the Harvester, also known as the goddess of death.

Now she would get rid of them once and for all. With the foil she would be a phantom to them, invisible and unstoppable. If she worked hard, she could be rid of them by nightfall, and prove to Ana she was safe and strong.

When the the elitist institution of Ozymandias Academy and its headmaster, Vamon Kinctuarin, can’t find a solution to the city’s worsening drought, 2 self-taught magicians, Noah and his…

There’s a story that sounds completely fantastic and yet is true. It happened here and in the neighboring lands. It goes like this: Once upon a time, there was an ocean, deep and cold. And in the ocean there was salt. For a long time, salt did not know itself…

Day 1 I think I’ll grow my hair.   Day 2 Should my hair be growing this fast? I wish I had someone to ask. But yesterday, it was above my shoulders, and today…well, today, it’s brushing the small of my back. How does hair even work, anyway?   Day 3 I’ve got…

We saw the first billboard while driving along Lake Road. We’d driven the road a hundred times before, because it was the only road out of town that went anywhere worth going, and there was fuck-all to do in town except get drunk, get stoned, and get in trouble. Lake…

Compulsion can be a strange and disquieting thing. For a long while, I’d wanted to write a story about skin-picking and the sense of immense relief that can come from peeling back something which doesn’t belong---or at least feels like it doesn’t belong.…

The Man had come and gone, other Someones too, and all the lessers, but Barley still guarded the House. He still patrolled, passing right through the gate instead of getting caught under the slats, still lifted his nose and trotted the fence line every morning…

This woman’s movements were fluid and certain, and if they hadn’t been so freakishly fast, Tikva wouldn’t have guessed she wasn’t human.

by Aimee Ogden “Taste every recipe yourself, before you ever try cooking it for others…”