Desire

There was rose quartz all inside the cave. Pink overlapping pink until the eye grew sore. A single witch, shrouded in white tassels, sat quite still on the ground. She slipped her hand into her pouch and quietly laid out five rounded crystals on a tree stump before her. The witch placed a finger on...

The New Saint Catherine

One of the cruelest truths is that not even children are spared from wickedness. They’re not sullied by original sin, but the world’s so bad its depravity has a way of seeping into them. I was shown no mercy and came to be possessed at age eight. This was the blight that would disfigure my...

American TV

A short story by Aimee Bea. Not wanting to be naked with someone who had previously fucked your brains out is sad. I watched him leave with one eye closed, pretending to be asleep. He forgot to kiss me goodbye but I let it slip. When you’re sustaining a long-dead relationship for the sake of...