by Claire Cooper

“There’s a graveyard in him and in the people who remember him, too. He’s scattering dead versions of himself like sawdust, like vertebrae, across the miles.”

by Tutt Stapp-McKiernan

“The chill and roiling whiteness touched my face like a cool hand the moment I stepped outside, and I wondered briefly if this was how sleepwalkers felt—drawn forward, almost against their will, into a murky world that would fully evaporate in the light of their waking day.”

by Fatima Okhuosami

“This man loves me. So, I do what a prey must never do. I giggle. And in that giggle, I seal my fate.”

by Mitzi Dorton

“The trees stood with arms, like a woman who had lost a child, reaching, weeping and wailing to the Lord. At least that was how Norita’s life seemed in Beech Fork, bleak and without hope.”