Red
Red I didn’t expect red today. Most days it felt blue, green, gray, or some combination of the three. There was the wind pressing itself flush against my cheek, and it felt most certainly red.…
THERE ARE ONLY SO MANY LIVES
I was in the middle of working on the final chapters of my book when my daughter’s laughter made me look through the window. The study, or „Mom’s writing room“, was on the ground floor…
Stamps of Mulberry
This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, or abuse. In a place where the moon never falls and the sun never rises, you’d expect endless darkness—but perhaps when darkness is all you’ve…
Journey With the Spirit of the Spectator, by Saahirah Nimat
A man stands on the Tudor City Overpass waiting for the Manhattanhenge event to fully emerge. As music gently plays in his AirPods, he leans over the railing. A soft breeze caresses his cheek, almost…
The Hunt Always Begins with Laughter
The 1977 Impala slid off the two-lane like a shark easing into shallow water—windows down, radio up, four monsters inside laughing as if the night were a joke they’d already told. Lucien, the vampire,…