Sometimes, the knowledge of what is coming keeps me awake. I slide out of our bed and walk into the bathroom. I lock the door, stand before the long, wall-bound ...
At first she liked the best of us, the quiet ones with jobs who had showers in the same place every morning. But she was a thirsty girl and soon ...
Selkie stories are the worst kind of stories. They’re always so formulaic. Continue Reading Litro #153: Open | Why I Hate Selkie Stories
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Just as I’m about to turn away, I find my glance drawn back to the bag… and that’s when I catch him, catch the mouse giving me the fleetest of ...
You said you were having a sleepover, you say. Your daughter nods. Continue Reading Litro #153: Open | Homecoming
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Now she felt stupid, foolish. She didn’t know drunk, hadn’t known that this was drunk, that this is what it felt like. Another snicker shuddered around the group as, one ...
