In the candy store, Maruja held a heart with cherry filling to put inside the chocolate doll cake. The brown loaf humanoid resembled her...

The boy appeared at dusk. That alone ought to have been warning enough. Blustering gusts had pushed inland a rumbling, crackling mass of...

I’m not the only Californian Man in the human show, but Miss Carolyn assures me I am the best. Miss Carolyn is my handler. Her real name,...

It was nearly night, and now the silhouettes sprung from the trunks of trees and streetlights inside the park. No moon tonight, no stars,...

by Nichole Brazelton. “it was here that she lay in bed, listening to the birds singing in Greek and imagining that King Edward VII lurked...

This story is dedicated to the memory of my sister, Grace, who died suddenly last year and will always be young in my heart. One spring...