This week I got an almost suspicious amount of writing done. Not little pretend-writing either, where you open a document, rename it three t...

I have never trusted beauty when it arrives too clean. Maybe that sounds strange coming from someone who loves lyrical language, who lingers...

I thought I was done. I thought I had  graduated . My last period was in May. M-A-Y. Do you know how good that felt? I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t ...

There are days when the words refuse to show up. Not in some tortured, dramatic, tragic-poet sense, but in the quiet, frustrating, teeth-gri...

I used to think that my biggest writing hurdle would be time. Or motivation. Or, you know, that creeping existential dread that sometimes cl...

Travis found the job listing late one night, scrolling through endless pages of remote work openings. His savings were drying up, and rent d...

Nathan Gage had lived in Briar’s Hollow his entire life, but only recently had he started seeing the town for what it really was. Beneath th...

Elias barely felt the sting when the stranger’s teeth sank into his shoulder. It had been a messy, drunken Grindr meet-up, a haze of sweat a...

The apartment wasn’t haunted. That’s what Connor told himself, standing in the middle of his too-quiet living room, staring at the spot wher...

  I. The Quiet Unraveling  The first time Evan noticed it, he convinced himself it was nothing—a moment of absentmindedness, a slip of atten...

  The mind of a killer is a complex entity in and of itself. Rationalization and justification are the constant companions of a being such a...

The installation was seamless. No flashing progress bars, no terms and conditions to skim and dismiss. Just a soft chime, a black screen, an...

The cruise ship  Solstice Mariner  was a floating city, thirteen decks of luxury sprawling over the midnight-blue waters of the Atlantic. Wi...

The town of Holloway had rules, and Everett knew them all by heart. The most important rule:  At 11:11 p.m., everything stops. Close your ey...

Noel hated driving through small towns, but the backroads were his only option tonight. His phone’s GPS showed two more hours until he’d rea...

  The forest had the quiet of a predator. A canopy of blood-streaked clouds hung heavy over the twisted branches, their skeletal silhouettes...

The Virgin A short story by Genevieve Mazer The strangest thing about being a topless dancer was how quickly the stereotypes crumbled down a...