Brown Recluse by Lynn Horton The desert dropped in first through the skylight, sifting lost feathers and radiation dust. It lit the bathroom silica pink and ignited Ana’s toes, still tender from the calefont’s moody bursts of hot water. She pulled her towel closer....
Spite House by Nickalus Rupert Roz: No one calls the city by its name. Are we the outskirts of Cleveland? Baltimore? Cincinnati? Makes little difference. The city won’t have us. After sunset, breeze shifts just enough that I can pick up bakery smells over garbage...
A Brief History of the Navel Orange in California by Neleigh Olson Today, Jake McCallister will die for love. # Eighty-four years later, on the same spot of earth, though it would look different then, a woman, age forty-two, signed her divorce papers on the kitchen...
Queens of the Universe by Allison Pinkerton The popular girls at St Zelda’s had spiritual gifts—healing, speaking in tongues, interpreting tongues, prophecy. But, they were bitches, so they spoke in tongues to gossip. They interpreted tongues to spread more gossip,...
The Mysteries of Patio Vistahermosa by Pablo Piñero Stillmann I It’s been my cross to bear from a very early age (and I understand it’s not an uncommon cross) that worrisome thoughts pop into my head as soon as I get in bed at night. As early as seven years old I was...
Bad Trick List by Alayna Becker A witch I know told me the earth under Spokane is restless. She says the hot spot, the source that feeds the Old Faithful geyser 500 miles away, once coursed under the land that is now the city. The acid fumaroles and mud pots at...
