Anitha sits among the wasted bodies of her tribe. She is in the Blackwoods, barren trees whistle in the wind as they bend and sway, heavy clouds dragging across the sky in a moroseness unlike any other. It is always dark here. Dark and heavy. The atmosphere strains at Anithas lithe body, pressing upon her heart the worst of memories— the memories that bear the rotten fruits of war.

Across the aby...

When Octavius Phillips got murdered the only thing he could think about was not of his life but of those serial documentaries (“why he was such a nice man!” And “he seemed perfectly normal to me”) as the blood poured in alarming amounts from his stomach.

He wondered if he would get a documentary, if there would be anyone to cry and say “what a beautiful man, that Octavius. I will miss him dearly....

A waiting room in the afterlife.

By now, I had heard more ridiculous things such as shoes that walked themselves, peanut butter that consumed those who ate it, and of course the really tacky guy with the black teeth and suspenders that manned the front desk (Joe.)

“Hey joe?” Someone shouted out, a voice that seemed to come from behind me but I didn’t dare turn around cause last time I did I’d m...

Greg had never had a boyfriend. And yet, often enough, when the subject of relationships approached, he’d find himself saying he did.

“I am in love with a man I have never met.” Greg would say, his tone dreamy and far off as if imagining his nonexistent but very real lover.

He’d only met the boy, Tim, in his dreams but he was sure he was out there somewhere in the world, waiting for him. Greg’s ...

Isabelle Windsor had spent her life as a shadow.

Many had often thought her as mysterious, as if she had a secret life or a dark trauma-filled past. The truth was, there was nothing all that interesting about Isabelles life. She worked at a library, she lived in a small apartment with her cat, she ate takeout every Wednesday, sometimes, on ‘spontaneous’ days, she would go out to a bar with the f...