Stephanie Kentepozidis 
The fan insisted on rattling, the air made a blowing sound, there was an incessant beeping coming below, we didn’t hear the first scream, but we heard the second. By this time there was no one alive in the cupboard to tell us why, or what happened, but the trail of sugar on the side […]Read Post ›
He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to change her. That’s what he said to himself over and over. He didn’t believe it once. She was everything to him. Then she looked up, her eyes swollen with tears unable to fall under her bright, blue eyes. He said, ‘I don’t know but sometimes if […]Read Post ›
Life is like a cold jacket. There, over there, there is a warm car. It’s comfortably warm, your fingertips are comfortable. You’re wearing a jacket. The jacket is comfortable; it doesn’t press tightly against your forearms as you’re maneuvering the steering wheel in the car. You’re heating is on. You park. The parking spot was […]Read Post ›
Alice’s skirt swirled around her as she turned. She landed herself on the ground so that her skirts fanned out like a flower. ‘Alice, you know you can talk to me about anything?’, her mother said, perhaps not for the first time. ‘What are we doing tomorrow again?’ ‘Why did you hide a frog in […]Read Post ›
I’m not done yet, he said, and I hadn’t known what he meant. He said he wanted to travel, to move the world from an idea to an image and carve a tattoo on his arm. He said he wanted me once, but not twice. He said he liked to know things, to learn things, […]Read Post ›
The shadows clawed at her neck but she hadn’t a clue they were drawing closer. It was like ice that brushed like fine needles, a cold shiver. It was a mystery as to why she felt a chill tingling down her spine making her back ache. Bree didn’t move but slowly that chill spread and […]Read Post ›
There was no one around to hear it. Or at least that was what the Hatter had thought. He dusted away fluff from his sewing machine and carefully emptied the attached side pocket he used as a scrap thread collector. His mother had said every artisan needed a good sewing machine and although his was […]Read Post ›
Don’t say no, my father said down the street, For one day you’ll walk away from someone crying in need, Don’t say no out of assumption or an unsteady hand, For any act of kindness is good, do you understand? Don’t say no, my mother said down the street, For everyday fear can drive you away […]Read Post ›
Candles were a flicker, with flames licking off the last traces of dust from crisp wicks. The house smelled strongly of cinnamon and the fire crackled along brightly. Santa hadn’t a wink of sleep in what felt like years but perhaps just from the start of December. The lights of the workshop looked ablaze through […]Read Post ›
Alice hadn’t the faintest idea what to do. The jam on her toast was dripping furiously, her nose was itchy but her hands sticky AND her tutor’s mouth was going at such speeds she wondered if the lady would need time to come up for air with her constant chattering. Then Alice was told she […]Read Post ›
