Jared and Jenny’s parents died in a freak car accident when they were ten. The twins moved in with their mother’s identical twin sister, Tabitha. Their aunt’s house was an old Victorian set in Savannah’s historic district. It was four stories tall, with corner windows that faced east, west, north, and south. In each window, ...

“C’mon, c’mon,” I muttered to the flames. My knees hurt from sitting on them in the middle of a dirt path in the forest and I shuddered from the biting wind. The clouds covered the full moon now and I was running out of time. I flipped through my spell-book again, the pages fluttering. My ...

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 “Tamatha.” Papa’s voice filled the small parlor, making his presence known as if every word he spoke was from a pulpit. Tamatha gasped. Her head jerked from the tangle of needlework with a start. “Yes?” “A word in my study,” he said and ducked out. The swish of his ...

As he bent to hitch the rig to the truck, his sandy hair fell over one eye. He slid his palm through, smoothing the damp locks back, and Tamatha imagined her own fingers slipping through the thick waves.

Modern day witch, Tamatha, receives news that could set her on a new path.

The match scraped across the rough surface, and a tiny flame leaped to life, spitting and fizzing as it entered the world. Tamatha watched it dance, its light reflecting off the metallic surfaces in the cramped RV kitchen; the oven door, the chrome teapot on the stove, the steel blade, and black enamel handle of ...

Suss out the shape of your story with tarot as a guide. Use two and three-card tarot spreads to focus your writing.

The relationship between writers and tarot cards has been symbiotic from the start. Learn how to use tarot to hone your writing practice in this series.

There was a frenetic energy that rubbed raw against my nerves. It made my skin crawl with painful chills, as though I was being slashed with shards of ice.

Religion is something I have struggled with my entire life. My upbringing was Christianity, but let me say it was not always pleasant. In fact, it was more of a fear-mongering upbringing. If I didn’t believe in God and worship exactly how demands were, then I would go to Hell—or have demons, and the devil ...