“Hush little one, hush. For soon the memories will begin to fade. Thoughts of battles fierce and brutal and of comrades lost will metamorphose into the sweet thoughts of the mortal young: of loving…

It is hard to understand the way I chose to die, unless you understand the way I lived. It is easy to write about forbidden love—in fact, isn’t that the very essence of every great story? Behind th…

The mirror around which my story revolves is not an ordinary mirror. It is a treasure passed down by the queens of fairyland to their daughters. Each princess receives the mirror on her thirteenth …

You must excuse me. I am a stranger here. Your courtesies and traditions bewilder me, though I find them beautiful and intriguing, like the Japanese written language. I have not yet found my voice,…

I’d been watching her for so long, wanting her, but I had no idea how much I could truly long for someone until she offered me, of all things, a ring. I’d offered to spin a room full of…

Gasping for oxygen, the Sedna surged through the ocean surface, the green Arctic ocean now a scene of yellow froth and gray confusion, the sky lost in an ochre fog, worse than any storm that she ha…

Now and again, Dolores had jivy spells. Like some kind of June firefly had flown into her eye, blinking its gold light on and off, flapping little black wings in her brain. Sometimes it felt worse,…

I inherited, like silver, the ghost of a grandfather I never knew. He is my mother’s father, a doctor in a small town on a bay. He takes his children swimming each summer, drives back at nigh…

The small bells sewn to his boots jangled as he hopped from one foot to the other. Beads of cold sweat trickled down his face. They disappeared into the ruff at his neck, spreading outwards in a we…

Traynor Vance disappeared a year ago on the outside. Some say he wandered too far. Others claim one of the wild sandgators got him. Every morning, I come out here to watch the dawn break, always ho…

Mission’s End “No. It’s dark in here. I’m not coming out.” Nan’s normally rich voice was high and thin like a child’s. “Come out and play!” Blair decided to match her regression-induced fantasy. “N…