Youth Court for Magically Delinquent Teens
“Miss Emma Jane Emmerton, do you understand why you’ve been brought to this court today?” “Kind of.” “You “kind of” understand.” Judge Demmers clarified. At…
Author: Rye Hill
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Small Talk
The sitter called that morning to say she was sick. Something about her stomach having a headache, or some made-up illness. Still, Vivian wished her…
The Male Gaze
He’d never looked at me like that before. In seven fucking years together, I’d realized Luke had never looked at me like he actually wanted…
The Watching
“You two could have been killed.” Mother says. She’s wringing out a cloth soaked with warm water. She wipes my cheek and the beige cloth…