By Ava McKinney-Taylor The cold soil is a strange sensation against my feet. It's never cold in Faerie. The earth is always warm with...

By Aria/Envy Whitney right person, right time ill-fated, destined to stay apart as i whisper your name in my heart two people meant to...

By Carma Shortess There is a man without a face, dressed in fine clothes and a hat. Some call him Death from his sunken, bleached visage,...

By Ari Tulk The gangly man with the encaged spirit awoke hot. Uncomfortably so. The covers stung his thighs like poisoned things. Those...