This Shattered Sky by Evan James Sheldon
A boy lived with his father and mother in the woods far from the city. There was a lake nearby, deep and clear, and when it was cloudy the lake shown silver like slick, wet metal. The boy and his father would play by the lake then, throwing sticks and…
The Wolf by Chloe Gorman
The night I died, the cold permeated everything. The kind of cold that got into your bones. My fur had thinned so much that I feared hypothermia may kill me, but that wasn’t how my story would end. It was unusually dark at the edge of the forest. I could barely…
The Birdkeeper by D. Brody Lipton
Once, in a land far from here, a Birdkeeper toiled quietly in his aviary high in the hills overlooking a thriving city nestled in the valley below. From his home among the pine and fir trees, he could see roads and footpaths leading to the square, the shops and schools,…
Telling Stories by James Diaz
She remembered hardly anything from before. Certain colors hinted at larger things, but what exactly those things were, she didn’t know for sure. The boy tells her the world was a variation of purple before the Fathers disappeared. Like thistle or plum, she asks, but the boy is preoccupied with a wooden…
The Mirror Lies by Lucy Zhang
Imagine if the Evil Queen only ever saw Snow White in her mirror: a porcelain face, blood-red lips, ebony black hair created by photons streaming through glass, hitting the silver coating, then reflecting toward the queen’s gaze. Would you be able to trust such a mirror: one that conjured an…
The Nymph and the Maiden by Laura Kincaid
Hidden amongst curtains of trees, the young maiden Asteriope wept by a pond. Her tears fell onto the water’s surface, rousing the nymph Daeira from her slumber. She emerged from its depths to find the maiden. “Girl, why are you crying?” the nymph inquired. “My betrothed has left me for…
March of the Dryads by J.B. Stone
We hid our fathers’ flasks under the folds of our pea coats. Wandering fixtures among the smoky mist of quagmire fog. The cypress and it’s long swaying branches seemed more alive and it wasn’t just our inebriated psyches that made these visions so. It was the movements, the dancing between…
A Fairy Hearing by André N. Lepine
The green-spotted tyrant had been taxing travelers for three weeks when Sissy Jakobs finally said the “F” word. Before that, the townsfolk of Ecklinberg had simply acquiesced to the beast’s demands, thinking it a new breed of dragon. None had even considered that its beetle wings, long tusks, and odd…
Midnight by Fanni Sütő
The steps of Midnight fell on the street softly like seconds rushing by. It was an otherwise silent night and the houses of the sleepy town turned their eyes discreetly, while the stars hid their face in the dark drape of clouds. The girl pulled her sorrow-red cape tighter and…
At the Stroke of Twelve by Faye Brinsmead
IVMy wire-threaded claws are attached to the door, but i choose. i choose to pop out four times at four o’clock. Out-in, out-in, out-in, out-in. i choose to open my red-painted beak when the two bellows blow the paper whistles. Cu, says one. Coo, says the other. But actually that’s me.…
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