Each year in the village of Wigden, people fall under winter’s spell. Citizens bundle up, stoke fireplaces, write cards, and give gifts. Wigden has ...

I walk home, holding my potion tightly. It glows blue in the afternoon sun. The concoction is one of illusion. If you give it ...

Our troupe of younglings played and sang diligently as we crossed the towering wooden gates. The stone courtyard greeted everyone with icy facade, covered ...

Content Warning: Sexual Content   Everything about her was perfect: the softness of her skin, those whimpers that escaped her as he pressed his ...

The soft roar of the waves grows faint as we make our way deeper into the underbrush of Barrier Island. We landed at its ...

“How long has this sat here?” Valerie asked, blowing dust off a red and green box. “Probably years. My parents weren’t big on decorating,” ...

Between the apartment complexes, the cathedral’s spires pierced the brooding sky. The forecast predicted a clear day, but the pillars of dark clouds augured ...

It was mid-November, and fall had arrived. The rural landscape had fallen under its spell. Foliage showed off shades of red, gold, and orange. ...

Out in the forest clearing, Hawthorn and I sit in the grass with fresh cups of tea. The sun is warm on my skin. ...

“I’m coming home!” Sam’s vision blurred as he went faster. “Don’t.” His sister’s voice was steady. “She’s okay for now. Her breathing has calmed, ...