The Candy Children’s Mother by A.A. Balaskovits
My grandmother once told me that once you go into the forest, you come back a changeling. Or you don’t come back at all.
My grandmother once told me that once you go into the forest, you come back a changeling. Or you don’t come back at all.
"There are only 3 fantasies. One is getting something from nothing: magic, technology. Another is becoming something from nothing: destiny, entrepreneurship. Both are silly, but have their place. Only their…
Don’t worry, nosy stranger, there’s nothing that unusual about our harvest festival.
The thing about being the murdered babysitter is you set the plot in motion.
I’ve been getting into fiction podcasts lately and one I really love is Drabblecast. Check out this episode.
After the rapture I decided to buy a tiny house.
Two weeks ago, we asked you to write 280-character short stories, in honor of the unasked-for, unappreciated, and frankly awful increase in Twitter’s tweet length restrictions. Uncannily, we wound up…
microfictions, illustrated {read}
There is a plague upon our house. It’s making the thin wallpaper curl, the tongue-and-groove floors moan.