One suggestion to those witchy guys and gals out there considering summoning a demon to curse their stupid, cheating exes: maybe don’t. After all, sometimes the spells that you find on those remote websites in the dark depths of the internet actually work, and then what? Then you end up with a six-foot-something hunk of man flesh in your way-too-small studio apartment with nowhere to put him, that’s what. It was the key q...

Snow was falling outside as the Harbor family made its way downstairs to the kitchen table, dawn barely brushing over the pale grey horizon. A late December morning, it was quiet in the house. "You have an important meeting today?" Brandi Harbor asked, looking over her cup of coffee towards her husband, Todd. The petite blonde-haired woman was wearing her nightgown, a modest pink dress that extended past her knees. On any...

The stupid horse, in its frenzy to flee the dragon, had dragged Yasmine, the knight, and the beast itself all straight into the rapids of the raging river. Only by some twist of fate had the cold water been enough to jolt the unconscious knight from his sleep—Yasmine simply wasn’t sure whether those fates were cruel, or if this was their way of saving her life. Did it matter? She was safe, but she now had to find another...

Yasmine had made a mistake: a costly, dire mistake. She’d whispered a plea in the night to a passing knight – save me from the dragon, and I will do anything you want – but she’d never imagined this outcome. It had been a shot in the dark, a last hurrah sort of thing, her last hope in escaping the tyrant clutches of the crimson drake who had kept her prisoner in a tall, inaccessible tower in the depths of a dark, mysterio...

“And now, just to add the eyes of some children!” I cackled as I dropped the peeled grapes into the bubbling concoction. As the fruit hit the top of the dark, gooey liquid, the fog machine beneath the table bubbled to life at the prompt of a hidden pedal, spewing forth thick white fog into the autumn night. A light flickered in the flashlight I’d jerry-rigged with tape to stick under the table, and I let out a keen, reach...

His shaded eyes linger on her, unaware of her observer hidden in darkness and secrets. In the shadow of the abandoned church, she sings a soft song. She is here later than usual, past the hours of daylight and into the early reaches of evening. The full moon has climbed in the sky, leaving the world pale and quiet. The forest that hides the church is quiet, as abandoned as the structure itself. She has been here many time...