Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Ben wanted his shift to last forever, and at the same time to be over five minutes a...

Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Ben gripped the piece of paper Edward had given him, studying the two names of the p...

Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger House had become too hungry. The lack of people to feed on created cracks in its wal...

Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger “Charlotte. Charlotte, Gary’s dead,” Frank said. Frank had been talking for a while ...

Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Frank had always thought of Charlotte as the stronger of the two of them. She was 18...

Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Edward didn’t realize when he hired Ben that Ben had … well, problems. He would have...

Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Preparing food in the kitchen, I recognized the emotion spreading through me like sl...

Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger I have allowed you to excuse yourself with ‘It’s just the way I am, Charlotte.’ Your...

Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Ben hadn’t always killed people. He was sure of it. Every day after school Ben pushe...

Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger I’ve been hunting her, watching and waiting. Amanda. She’s lost right now, looking a...

I’m in a surreal space. There’s an aspect of me that is floating around observing the body my soul houses, an aspect that can see the col...

Tucked up in bed with the north wind pushing her lips against the window, I didn’t want to venture out of bed and get dressed, let alone ...

My pen seemed to scratch across the paper, each word a wormhole in wood that became my coffin. Breath trapped in my throat as I nailed my...