Station Seven
The air tastes like ammonia and bleach and something underneath both.
Horror
Deconstruction
The box says forty-two pieces. I’ve counted three times
The Last Mercy
Three flowers, a knife, and the burden of knowing what mercy costs.
Calum in the Forest
Every shot taken draws the forest closer.
Haley Alone
Nothing but a trail of broken bone and rotten flesh.
Who Gardens the Gardeners?
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.
Another Z in the Fourth Wall
Eddie’s fist connected with a satisfying crunch and Haley couldn’t keep from smiling.
The Good and the Bad
I relish the fine minutia of perfection.
Mary Had a Disgruntled Lamb
Mary had a disgruntled little lamb
Fear
I hear them, wriggling and squirming, first to my left, then my right, and then it filled my whole world with noise.
Kitchen Tools
“But what if I hold it like this?