She loves the smell of his fur, all warm and musky and cat-spit clean.

Time seemed to drag with dreamlike slowness, like a knife through cold honey, and the room took on a surreal golden sheen as if I was looking through that same jar of honey. Maybe at...

Despite their macabre imaginations, they don’t believe the things they say, all those things about magic and fantômes. But I do. I know he lingers. I’ve heard his voice, soft as a lover’s whisper.

Too much truth destroys.

Even though this princess loved the oak and the castle and her mother, the queen, she tired of the beautiful swamp, of her surroundings. You see, as she grew she came to realize that if...

Thursday, the-night-of-the-date, comes and goes, leaving a school bus tire track across Desi’s heart, fear abrading her mind until she can think of nothing except what the future will be like if something develops between...

Seek within, for the answer cannot be found without.