short stories

Did this summer’s release of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child have you longing for more time in the wizarding world? Do you wish you were headed to Platform 9 3/4 next week? Do you just need more Potter? Well, look no further than Pottermore!

She closed in on the open pores enlarged ten times their normal size by a high magnification pocket mirror.

The place where her shoulder blades almost met was suddenly purple, and I tasted blood, slick and tangy, against my lipstick.

Fresh orange juice, milk, thick slices of ham, a block of cheese, a carton of eggs—her husband kept it this way should this moment arrive.

Alone in your apartment at three o’clock in the morning, you find yourself agreeing: you are a stupid bitch; you can’t write worth shit.

My stomach turns at the touch of his rough hands, and I vomit on his bare feet.

I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.