Megan Arkenberg | The Crowgirl
From the camp on the hill they could see everything, the river and the barn with its silos of molding grain, the hunting crows, and far to the west, in the square white farmhouse with its padlocked cellar door, the congregation of the Dead. Narrated by Gabrielle de Cuir. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Steve Toase | To Rectify in Silver

Steve Toase | To Rectify in Silver

At least twice a day it occurs to Marissa that the photos she uses to find Neolithic long barrows and Roman forts were taken to better plot destruction. Every image passing through her hands is labele...

22 Joulu 202139min

Manish Melwani | The Plague Puller

Manish Melwani | The Plague Puller

Stopping by the canal to piss, and only a third of his way back to the House of Death, Ah Keng found his friend Leung, dead of the cholera. He recognized his oldest friend immediately, even in the dar...

8 Joulu 202131min

Julianna Baggott | Inkmorphia

Julianna Baggott | Inkmorphia

For my eighteenth birthday, I get a tattoo. A small red heart on my shoulder, Loot inked across it in black cursive. Loot was my brother’s nickname. He was twelve years old when he disappeared. I was ...

17 Marras 202142min

Adam-Troy Castro | Glimpses in Amber

Adam-Troy Castro | Glimpses in Amber

My visitor gazes at our family bookshelves. I perceive right away that this is less the helpless bibliophile’s habit of scanning the titles of any shelf encountered in the wild, than an exercise in me...

3 Marras 202130min

Jon Padgett | Flight 389

Jon Padgett | Flight 389

This time I will definitely die, Jeffords thinks. He feels that this conscious thought affords him a certain immunity from such a fate, though logically he knows that’s nonsense. As always, he chooses...

20 Loka 202130min

WC Dunlap | Caw

WC Dunlap | Caw

He looks at me, and I am his. A steady rhythm of flickering light cast from above, pursuing me like a shadow. I scurry through tunnels, crawl through gutters and across fields, and always he is there....

6 Loka 202152min

Gillian Daniels | Frost Bloom

Gillian Daniels | Frost Bloom

I would call her beauty “otherworldly,” but that doesn’t really describe her cheekbones like scalpels, the ice that rimes the bird’s nest knots of her hair, or her ghost-cold touch when she visits me....

22 Syys 202135min

Orrin Grey | Chanson D’Amour

Orrin Grey | Chanson D’Amour

You wake with a start, your dream cutting off like a break in the film. If you could just remember it, you’d be getting somewhere, but it’s gone, the screen in front of you blinding white, the film sp...

8 Syys 202127min

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