Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Ben practically skipped through his day. He’d had a lunchtime pizza date with...

Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Ben lapsed, panic creeping up around his throat, yet it passed rather than paralyze...

Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger “Are you going to come and sit down, Ben?” Edward says. My thoughts switch from...

Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Where is Charlotte? She hasn’t shown up for work since the afternoon I was supposed...

Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger Charlotte isn’t responding to my messages or answering her phone. I don’t know what...

Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger I can’t stop staring at Kate and she hasn’t stopped staring at me. She’s statuesque,...

Story by Liane Carter Illustration by E.J. Klepinger '”Kate, Kate.” I hear Edward scream my name in his sleep, though I died months ago....

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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

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...

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...