The Little Potato

Olivia Oswald

As I listened to her I looked around. The other people on the street all seemed to be looking at us, and their expressions were full of menace.

E.H.C.

The figure moved slowly, deliberately, its shrouded head turning towards Josh. Those eyes—sharp and frigid as icepicks—stared at him. The man’s black lips never moved, even as a word pierced him like a yell: “Beware.”

Amanda Eiden

Melody wakes up screaming.It’s midnight.Her body jolts up. Eyes shut tight; mouth open wide. Screams rip from her throat. They turn into sobs as Buster jumps onto the bed. He nestles his head in by her side, purring and watching her catch her breath.