a short story originally written for the NYC Midnight contest It had happened again. This she was certain of, because she could remember everything and before she hadn’t been able […]
a short story originally written for the NYC Midnight contest Absolutely nobody in Bristlecone, Nevada actually believed there was a witch trapped in the ancient tree that had been growing in the […]
[A short story, by Laylah Muran de Assereto (1996, rev. 2020)] Laurel always loved to cook. From her earliest years, the kitchen had been her playground. When she was six […]
The girl, who needed some kind of release, caught sight of her Doc Martens. The shoes that the two of them had picked out together. The shoes that had made her feel invincible. The shoes that had allowed her to let her inner-self roam free and unafraid, in a life riddled with fear of inner-self.
[a short story] Carrie loves Paul. Certainly she does. That he loves her is more or less a given, though she convinces herself that he doesn’t, couldn’t possibly. Don’t ask […]
It had taken me months to get up the nerve to finally say something to him. It just seemed like it was time.