To be published by Evanescent Magazine for their 2026 collaborative issue: Close-Knit The pupils of a black stray I had seen before peered from a dim corner. Its eyes met mine, and seemed to be the only vibrant thing in town at this hour. The stone of these roads was moist, the air hanging thick from the downpour of rain that had now dwindled to a drizzle. This cat had become lankier, but perkily guided me to another street. It didn’t turn back once, but it must have known I

Tall windowed blocks enchanted my eyes from the ground up. Swiping my electric viridian strands away from my eyes, I set out of my...

The floating embers of the bonfire reflected neon orbs in Maire’s eyes as they whirled in front of her. She sat in front of the heat, on...