Jason
Jason squats at the edge of the roof, his hands clasped in his lap, his feet the only parts of his body touching anything solid.
Flash Fiction
The End of the Line
It’s to keep you safe, Miss Shayna says.
Bramble Visitor's Guide
The Bramble Prowlers (Go Prowlers!)
Go Prowlers!
Get ‘em! Get ‘em! Kill ‘em! Get ‘em! Kill ‘em
So What Is It That You Do?
“I clean up.”
Leviathan
Narrowing my eyes in the direction of elsewhere, I said: “It’s quite grim, this worldview of yours.”
Your Friend's Disappearance, As Observed By The Owl
Will Caroline get in a truck too?