Fiction

Written By: Ashley Mina The job was simple. The Mongan family was out of town for the next three nights and the family’s locks were standard, easy enough to pick.

Written By: Jacquie Wilson No one remembers her name. Her real name anyway. She was a girl once- a regular girl, a good girl- who worked as a harlequin for her family's tiny traveling show.

Written By: Stephen Kramer Avitabile This harsh world was not designed for the weak, but the weak needed to decide if they were going to stay as they were designed.

Written By: Sean Grant I am watching from my car.  The night presses its face against my view, prying its way into my eyes.

Written By: Ashley Sgro The wolves are after me. I can hear them through the charcoal night. No wind moves through leafy bushes. The air is still. The sky at 3 A.M. is quiet. It is them.

Written By: Faria Basher It was at the end of my seventh week at Covena that they first fed on me, the act occurring in the buried, forgotten hours of that Friday night, long after the janitor left and the last luminous monitor had been shut off.