The Funeral
“It’s your fault, mom.” I say through pinched lips. “Your fault she’s dead.”
My parent’s house is full of people. Some are milling about, covered in black clothes. Dark figures
Anja Elder
The Concert
It’s five in the afternoon when my ancient iPhone vibrates at the edge of my wooden corner desk.
I almost jump out of my half-broken desk chair, knock my elbow on
I Know What You Did
“What the hell is going on, Luk’?” Bray’wen closes the tent flap behind us, a tense, jagged motion. “Are you back to doing math?”
I sit down on one of the simple
Nadine
The bedroom held her scent. Orchids. Threaded with something warmer, harder to name.
Gabra glanced around. The king-sized bed lay unmade, sheets the deep red of ripe pomegranates, thrown into soft, chaotic
Theft On The Rooftop
Julian woke when the sound came again — a faint scrape. Not loud, but wrong. Wrong enough to pull Julian upright in bed. His pulse beat fast as he reached under his bed and