Just before midnight, the old man’s hand on my shoulder jolts me from a deep sleep. “Helena,” he croaks, “there’s dust everywhere.” My...

Like a leech, he drained me. Slowly at first, until he cut a wound so deep the life cascaded from me like a tsunami. Bleeding. Dying. A...

rusted garden gate woven with ivy has secrets she'll never utter, but no one thinks to listen to the songs she sings subtle little...

Come on, I say. Hurry up. Someone is going to see us. It is so close to the end of twilight that it’s practically night. It is...

Someone said I'll know love when my heartbeat changes, Becomes your-name-your-name-your-name And it did. Except, when it speeds up,...

gray clouds drifting past tombstones sing an ancient song, and she stands by the gate in her black gown tattered like the pages of an old...