dark fiction
In every reflection, I saw a happier version of myself—and I finally understood why.
psychological horror
Before I play the video, perhaps you would care for another glass of wine.
paranormal fiction
“Yes, child,” Matty said, forcing himself to open his eyes again, “I am a vampire.”
literary fiction
“I’m fine,” I told everyone. It was easier than saying anything else.
science fiction
Some planets tell you when you're not welcome.
literary fiction
Her dad said the desert was the most honest place there is.
speculative romance
Before the clock strikes midnight, you have to confess your regret. If you don't, you lose a precious memory.
literary fiction
It seemed to matter that this was Christmas.
literary fiction
He told himself another ten minutes would not kill him.
We'll only email you once or twice a week.
She’s paid to nudge couples closer. This time, the feelings nudge back.
Four friends, four pints, and a death that changes everything.
We went around the table saying what we were thankful for. No one said the truth.
Magic oaths carved in bone. Trauma passed through blood. Both must be cut out.
She was paid to invent the perfect neighbors. Now she can't prove who's real.
The Table, Dishwater Light, and Evening Window.
Her ex is getting married. Her other ex is the maid of honor. This is fine.
The house on Seagrass Close is haunted. But the ghosts aren't angry. They're lonely.
At 3 AM in a dead-end laundromat, the payphone rings three times. No one ever answers. No one ever should.
A disgraced influencer sells her emotions as consumable flavors. But the technology under her tongue has plans of its own.
Seven rooms. Seven deaths. I have to clean up all of them.
Every hundred years, the dead cast their votes. And the living wait to see if they still deserve tomorrow.
