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

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

“You’re a witch!” Hawthorne holds her hands up. If it were anyone else, it would be a symbol of surrender. But from a witch, ...

The knife comes loose with a tug as I inspect the wall. There isn’t much damage, but it will need to be refinished. I’ll ...

I open my eyes to the stars. Thousands of them light up the colorful painting of space dust that circles the sky. My hands ...

In my first memory, I stand in a doorway. Mother yells, while Dad tries to calm her. My tiny legs wobble as I try ...

          Cricket’s chirping filled the desert’s rolling hills; the silence of the night echoed. A horse in a stable snorted ...

Music played through the wide-open doors of the cafeteria and bright-colored lights flickered on the walls. The announcement echoed as “Low” by Flo Rida ...

Content warning: This story contains mentions of suicide, self-harm, and trauma. This story is written for an adult audience. Midnight-black shadows cascaded over the ...