Ishmael
The sun was setting on the horizon. Yellow mixed with blue, combined with the pink and purple clouds made it look like an artist’s canvas. It seemed like the perfect evening. Our sailboat cut through…
The sun was setting on the horizon. Yellow mixed with blue, combined with the pink and purple clouds made it look like an artist’s canvas. It seemed like the perfect evening. Our sailboat cut through…
This story contains themes or mentions of mental health issues. Louise stood in the grocery store line, mundane thoughts of the work day now behind her floating around in her head like kaleidoscope bursts of…
This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, or abuse. The box of kitty litter thudded onto the driveway. There it could stay. I would have kicked the damn thing but that would…
The tropical sun burned a blood-orange glow before sinking behind the hills, leaving the 18th-century-style mansion a gloomy gray, its many windows dull and opaque. Twilight crept across the lush island as the air-conditioned tour…
This story contains sensitive content CW: Brief gore, supernatural content Bernie stood from the couch, making his way to the door. He grabbed both their coats, handing Nora hers. Abuela approached holding her little…