When the Sky Falls

“None of it matters!” she screamed, filling my tiny attic bedroom with her frantic voice. Instinct told me to shush her so as not to disturb my family in the house below, but I refrained. Today was not any other day. Spreading her thin arms wide, and her face contorting with anger, she yelled “Don’t

Fresh Meat

Independence’s Annual Fourth of July Celebration is truly a meat market for a vampire such as myself. I rarely leave the house to hunt, especially now that I know how to use Doordash to easily lure people to my front door, but this year, I’m reentering society for a special treat–a human hunt. I am

Rabbit, Rabbit

Her uncle’s backyard was as iconic as a Norman Rockwell painting: hamburgers on the grill, and red, white, and blue on every table and chair. It was the brink of dusk, and Reilly hung back by the gate, letting herself rest in a bubble of solitary peace for just a moment more. Her baby cousins