Spirit by Allison Roark
The last time I reached down into a jack-o-lantern to light the candle that damn tiny flame licked up and
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The last time I reached down into a jack-o-lantern to light the candle that damn tiny flame licked up and
Read MoreMaggie Grace became familiar with a graveyard. Every day, she hiked the hill on the edge of town, wearing the
Read MoreWelcome to my dysfunctional family. You won’t recognize us. We are not what you’ve come to expect when you hear
Read More(Note: This story contains depictions of child kidnapping.) I’ve always loved Halloween: feeling the soft warmth of homemade wax candles
Read MoreFirst, carefully traverse Bill Grant’s twelve-acre pumpkin patch. Only the rotten ones are left. Then, cut along the gully to
Read MoreThe crackle of a fallen leaf underfoot, a shot of brilliant red in an otherwise green-leafed tree, a certain
Read MoreRoxanne was goal-oriented. All it would take was three drops of Fix-All potion in Robbie Ramone’s bottle of Swamp Sludge.
Read More“That was a footstep,” whispered Louis. He drew his gun from the holster under his arm and moved behind a
Read MoreEleven months of the year Turner Falls is a model of constraint, coloring each day inside the lines. But in
Read MoreI’m the bird that cleans the crocodile’s teeth, hanging with Buddy Boggs, the school bully. Mom says bullies are just
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