She could feel it: a gaze locked onto her every move. No matter where Amelia roamed in her small home, it was always there. It

Raindrops clink as they bounce off the roof tiles. The peaceful rhythm tries to lull Evelyn to sleep. They attempt to shake off their drowsiness.

Mr. Rutherford had a vision, and that vision concerned the kind of life he was building. Mr. Rutherford was a quiet man, and his vision

A trio of clouds, bruised and smoldering from the summer night’s rain, lingered over the lake as Ava and Gino ate breakfast. They sat on

“Folktales change form, forever lasting in the cultures they find home in.” — Kaci Zhang   “Baba Yaga! Come out you old hag!” I stare

 Mid-morning teh tawar manis—black sugarless tea—on a Chinese corner across from Beringharjo. Chairs with backs & high tables; good lighting & fans.   After so long in