Addict by John Grey

So hell has an address. Death has a door. And the devil’s in room 3A. The kid on the stoop … More

The Brake Job by Holly Day

she makes excuses for the rain, covers her ears at the first sign of thunder, feels her haze of fog … More

you give me refuge from everything real, wrap me in cool water, bright thoughts of tomorrow. demons howl outside my … More

we rolled the windows up against the rain and my father said “I wonder what that rat-bastard husband of yours … More