The sorrows came for Lydia again. She named them that when she was twelve because it sounded more romantic than ‘depression’ which is what her therapist called it. It came in cycles like the tides. She’d be fine, then one morning she’d wake up and still be too tired, or she’d be about to call a friend and wonder _why bother_? Then she’d feel the sorrows seep in and slowly fill her, take away her m...

Lightning flashed across the sky over the corn field where Jordan was currently running for his life. Arms outstretched before him to block the corn leaves, he imagined himself looking a little like Frankenstein’s monster and giggled. It had been a long night, and now he was tired from trying to keep up with these damn kids.

Every Halloween troublemaker teens snuck into the closed corn maze where...

Hammon lived a pious life, and it was coming to an end. His lovely wife and four wonderful children surrounded his bedside in his final moments. Looking at each of them in turn, he offered words of comfort and wisdom. He closed his eyes without fear, and let out his last breath.

There was a moment of darkness then in the distance there was a pinprick of light. Curious, Hammon walked toward it. Th...

When Snow White awoke from death with Charming’s lips pressed firmly against hers, those present breathed a sigh of relief. She was alive, and they would live happily ever after.

But when Snow White bit into Charming’s flesh and tore it from the bone, they screamed. When she staggered out of her glass coffin and shuffled stiffly towards them craving fresh meat, they fled. When Charming’s reanima...

When I was little I was afraid of the dark. My grandfather tried to reassure me that the dark isn’t real. It’s just the absence of light.

“Everything is still there, tokki. When the light returns you will see. Do not be afraid.”

I try to tell myself that silence works the same way. It’s just the absence of noise. It can’t do any real harm.

But the longer I wait for a response from ground contr...

“You’re late.”

I’m perfectly on time, but Slight says this everytime we meet, “You’ll get over it.”

Slight eyes my hands, and I give him the flask I’ve snuck out of the mess hall.

He takes a grateful swig before lifting an eyebrow at me. He’s waiting for news.

“Tellers has the clap.”

Slight laughs. “I told him not to go to the docks. Nothing but disease.”

I smile, “He cried so loud while t...

Abby coughed as the stinging scent of bug spray pierced her nose. The bitter taste lingered on her tongue and she spit for good measure.

“Ack! I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

Cate smiled, “Come on, it’s not that bad. Nature can be healing and you’ve been so down since Mike—“

“Don’t even bring him up!”

The only thing more annoying than the mosquitos whining in her ears was the t...

Jake Patterson was 10 years old when he disappeared walking home from school in 1996. I’ve followed this case for years. The backpack found empty and torn apart on the side of the path. His math book and notebooks ripped to shreds, pages blowing in the breeze. One blue and white Adias mid-cut basketball shoe, size 5, found caked in mud. One set of footprints, suggesting he was running, then sudden...

Some call me The Guardian Angel. _Gargoyle_ may be more appropriate. I watch them navigate the city from high above. Flitting about from here to there, with their important jobs meeting important people.

Up here the aroma of honeymeade and spices drift on the breeze from the night market. The sounds of music and laughter floating up and around me. They enjoy their leisure hours in safety and goo...