Not your type of alone by Elisabeth Horan

The lonely girls eats a cookie alone. Crumbs matter not at all for no one shall punish her. There is no priest here and certainly no sanctuary for playing in. He left to be an engineer of hierarchies.

Girl in a Borrowed Cloak by Amanda Oosthuizen

She has fallen from the sky into this dark room where powdery graphite smudges her fingers, where the diamonds scattering the floor cut her feet. And outside the tide clock pounds.

Long Before Twilight by James H Duncan

There were ghosts everywhere; I borrowed book after book from the library saying so, amazed and stunned that they kept this knowledge out in the open and available for anyone to read.

The Threshold by John Reinhart

You’re at The Threshold, standing before one hundred doors. All closed. Their faces the myriad faces of wood, of a forest, of the trees they were before.

light holes by John Reinhart

There’s a hole with light streaming out of it. Somebody left the light on.