The Familiars by Stacey Halls
I left the house with the letter because I did not know what else to do.
The Innocents by C. A. Asbrey
The blade slipped through the skin, twisting and gouging over and over again until the soft flesh was mushy and yielding to the blade.
The Watermelon Boys by Ruqaya Izzidien
The present is an arrogant time in which to live, always has been.