By Keith LaFountaine: He crawled out of my bathtub one night. The image still haunts me: thin fingers rising from the drain, the skin bent and buckled, becoming malleable and doughy. Then came his spindly arms, slick with grime. His smile was so thick, so wide. I had the toothbrush in my mouth at the time and I practically swallowed it while I watched in horror. … Continue readingThe Stepfather

By Jessie Ulmer: The birds outside my window have started eating through the glass, bloody beaks bared. It’s my fault. I know. Everyone said, if I started feeding them, they’d get a taste for it, but I didn’t know. … Continue readingEvolution of the Species

By Eric Raglin: I’ve done my best to stay sinless for the Transubstantiation. That word is hard to pronounce, but I’ve seen it written enough times that I can spell it out. … Continue readingTransubstantiation