It was a dark and gloomy Wednesday night in Nocturnia.
Tilly knew quite well that there were no such things as ghosts.
On the edge of the starlit meadow, Azumi’s thoughts throbbed in her head in time with her footsteps.
The snow fell all night, transforming the world by morning.
This story began on an afternoon the color of comets, with a a girl dressed all in black.
For the most part, I remember my childhood as dry weeds and dirt roads, warm sun and birdsong.
Life can be a little weird when your mom is a psychic in Ohio.
No one ever buzzed the intercom at Mom’s dress shop except Funk, the Fed Ex hunk, and that was only on Thursdays.
A demon was knitting outside the hospital.
Like I told my friends at school, living in a motel is always exciting – especially during an alligator attack.