Rhys pulled at the rope chafing his wrist, trying to twist free.

“Please, Macy. Let me go,” he begged.

“I gave you plenty of chances to change,” she answered from the dark corner of the basement room.

Rhys tried desperately to recall every interaction he had with her. He couldn’t think of anything he did to make her this dangerous. Just normal stuff at school. He teased everyone, she was no ex...

Nothing unsettled Freida’s sensibilities quite like the sight of a firesprite corpse. Alive they were chubby cheerful bulbs of fire, but deceased their little remains resemble a pile of burnt matches.

“Tragic.” Conway sighed and shook his head.

Freida and Conway have been partners for nearly a decade in the Autumn Court’s homicide department.

“Any ID on it?” Freida asked.

“No, but I did find ...

“As I heard the last wolf cry, I knew it was over…” A hush settles over the audience as Gareth’s last line rings out.

Max shuffles out on stage, dressed as a wolf. He’s sweaty under the costume and spotlight. He turns to the painted moon on the backdrop and howls. His howl is interrupted by a groan and he clutches his stomach. Then he crumples to floor.

_A little over acted, but a good end, _th...

“So how was the wedding this weekend? I heard something crazy went down,” asks Douglas.

“Oh well imagine, as I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor, and I can’t help but to hear,” I shake my head, still in disbelief, “No, I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words…”

My story is unfortunately interrupted by the outlaw we’ve been hunting finally making an appearance.

Douglas and I make q...

Johnny’s last quarter rattled down the coin chute making a satisfying clink when it hit the safe. The catchy theme song of the game started to play, as familiar as a lullaby.

Johnny blocked out the rest of the world. All around him games flashed and beeped as kids got high scores and cheered. Old Man Morris, the grumpy arcade manager, yelled at some teens to stop hitting a machine when it ate th...

I stiffly managed my way downstairs into the kitchen, dodging the empty bottles on the stairs and gingerly stepping over Mark who slept on the floor using my old varsity jacket as a pillow, the embroidered script “Nicholas” catching his drool.

The old row house was dark and quiet. The only sounds were the soft snoring in the living room—proof a couple of guys from the neighboring frat were still ...

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...