Stories

The Staring of The Souls

*This story contains smoking* “Aunt Dolores, who’s that?” Kristen Joei muses, observing a guy wash a car. He doesn’t […]

The sea was restless beneath a dark and menacing sky. I watched angry waves barrel into the cove, crashing against

The night I wash ashore, the stars look like barnacles—small and stubborn, clinging to a dark hull I can’t name.

The night I wash ashore, the stars look like barnacles—small and stubborn, clinging to a dark hull I can’t name.

Prince Andrew of Aqualis was born beneath the sapphire waves, heir to a kingdom woven from coral and light. His