By Erica Terranova

At night, all she would have was a square of frozen dark chocolate, 99% cocoa and no added sugar. But she could have India. Goa, the Golden Triangle, the Taj Mahal where I would maybe pop the question, Delhi belly to fill the authenticity quota on Instagram stories.

By Elizabeth Dotson

But the boa constrictor loves to see you suffer, so uncomfortable in your own body. It would rather not kill you, because it can feed off of this amusement forever. 

By Marlowe Jones

...The day the hole opened up in the basement floor, Stella told mother about it... But mother said no, there was not a hole, there had never been a hole, and how dare you imply there could ever be holes in our floors what kind of family do you think this is. So, despite the dime sized hole in the floor, there was not a hole...

By Scott Holleran

...As Shadow and Jule stepped away from the creek to walk back up the hill, nearing the dark corner house, a rush of cold air swept down the hill. Shadow lingered on a patch of lawn in front of the house, refusing to move as Jule tugged at the leash...

By Kasandra Christner

...Every night, I fell asleep to the sound of rats squeaking, rustling in our walls, stealing crumbs of the cookies I brought Mother every night, and chewing holes through my favorite pastel dresses...

By Raven Boyne

...Her mother loved the house like her soul had been stapled to the foundation. Leaving wasn’t an option...

By Charity Morris

...The blanket tucked around her begins to glow, a pulsant yellow strobe. She will not peek–cannot peek, she is sure about that–but her eyelids part in spite of her resolve...