Shreya’s Story: Part Five

Something that Aunt Kali’s memories didn’t prepare me for was the all encompassing hunger after siring another. Emptiness spread from my belly to my brain, leaving me foggy but determined to find a meal.  I dragged Aarti along, the fragrance of blood drawing me to a couple in an alleyway. The hunger heightened my senses, […]

Shreya’s Story: Part Four

There were no doubts in my mind that Ajit knew I was up to something. We had slept huddled together like cats since Devika and Vivek’s cult moved into our sanctuary, but when I brought Aarti home, I kept close to her, helping her adapt to a life of sleeping all day and remaining awake […]

Shreya’s Story: Part Three

Aarti, particularity, broke my heart. She was only a couple of years older than I was. Six or seven. That is, when I became. Her biological father had died when she was too young to remember him. Her mother married again, and her little brother died two days out of the womb. Her stepfather blamed […]

We Start at the End

“Papa had been a good man,” Ava Bähr whispered to herself. The photos hit her like a punch to the stomach, stealing her air, making her reel. Rays of sunlight illuminated the motes of dust floating in her mother’s attic as memories—beautiful memories—played in front of her: days spent rowing on the lake with her […]

Meant for Her: Part 4

I sat down the street from her bungalow in my new Mustang. Of course I wondered if Shelby would think I’d given up on her, with her not knowing I’d bought this car, one almost matching hers. It was my surprise to her. Yeah, it took all my savings, but it was worth it. Making […]

Meant for Her: Part 1

When was the first time I knew? Three months back. She made eye contact and smiled, sliding up to my table in six-inch stiletto heels. Then, in that sweet tea accent of hers, she drawled, “How’re ya tonight, baby?” Trying to be casual was the worst. The rush of blood to my cock tightened my […]

Knittin’ Needles & Fireworks

Now, Granny Beth had gotten it into her gray head that she ought to go back to school. For what, she didn’t know, but she always regretted not gettin’ proper book learning after she graduated high school. See, Granny had been a smart one back in the day, but Poppy Lloyd talked like that apple […]

“Flagellant”

Sister Ada fastened the cilice around her thigh, wincing at the sharpened points piercing her skin and the blood flowing down her leg. She watched as her skin mended, embedding the barbs into her flesh, before letting her habit fall around her legs. Her eyes closed as she reached for her disciplines and whipped its […]