Fiction That Knows Better, But Doesn't Care
The address led Rachel to a forgotten street. Ancient elm trees laced their branches overhead, casting a perpetual twilight over houses that had settled deep into their foundations, their paint peeling. Professor E.S. Ward’s house, number seventeen, was the most neglected. A low stone wall, half-swallowed by ivy, marked a yard where weeds had long … Read more
Jen opened the door, enjoying the delicious feel of skin on cloth beneath the trench coat. Oh, sure, it was tropey as hell. But tropes existed for a reason, right? She closed it quietly behind her, the snick of the bolt a bright sound in the dark house. He was probably waiting upstairs, perhaps reading … Read more
October 17, 2023 It burns me that I have to talk to you this way. It’s insane that I’m here, and no, the irony is not lost on me. Still, I want you to know how I am, because I know you’re worried, and I hope you’ll write back since the telephone is a “privilege.” … Read more