The slack-jawed captain,
who thought he could quell
an ancient mutiny
by a simple crew majority. Continue reading Who Lied About the Mermaid’s Ghost? by Chris Hemingway
I grew up in what some would call a dying town. I don’t think that was an especially apt descriptor – “dying” implies an end is near. My town wasn’t approaching any inevitable end-point – it was just stuck in time. A place with a deep past, but no future. Continue reading Ghost Towns by Madison McSweeney
Some places are all history.
Continue reading The Afterlife by Bayveen O’Connell
Ghosts are lifting my bones, sorting and weighing them. They are washing my femurs to hang curtains from, using my patellae as saucers.
Continue reading Sundown Town by Richard Wayne Horton
Those are big horses out front. Never seen horses like that. Course we’re your average tourists passing through. You get a bunch of us I bet.
‘Ghosts are what we fear and what we hope for.’ Adam Nicholson
I always believed in ghosts
Fearing the inevitable
That someday I would see one. Continue reading Ghosts by Peter Burrows
Continue reading Playground by Scáth Beorh
‘I know where a weird playground is, Scooter.’
I swung from the ledge, arms and legs
wrapped around the thick, fuzzy rope like a lover
screaming as I launched toward water. Continue reading Diving In by Jennifer Ruth Jackson