Fiction – Severine

Her Wings

by John Brantingham || My love keeps her wings secret under her clothes until at night when she steps out onto the balcony.

by Madeleine Tomasoa || "What do you think of the sea?" Charles says, suddenly.

by Cory Roberson || Eve materialized, all raven hair and glowing lips, from the rib of a man

by Susan Hatters Friedman || The twins are finally asleep

by Terri Mullholland || Marion wakes early in the morning, before dawn, to the sound of foxes screaming.

by Suzannah Ball || They were gradually gathering on their walk.

by TSJ Harling || No-one was there. Not the estate agent, nor the potential new flatmate Amanda, nor any current occupants.

by Melissa Maney || Ivy awoke to the sound of midnight footsteps outside her window.

by Jennifer Coffeen || Sharon was stirring kirsch brandy into her whipping cream when she first heard the hiss.

by Chloe Weare || There is glitter in the bathtub.