The Reflection

By Tiffany Shull Peterson Emla was sweating and shaking as she sat at her mother’s dressing table. Instinctively, Emla’s eyes darted away from the smooth mirrored glass to the open window. Clammy night air kissed goosebumps on her skin and the familiar glow of starlight comforted her. With a roll of her shoulders she straightened,Continue reading “The Reflection”

cancun

By Tiffany Shull Peterson cash only shared water bottles and teenage egohe leans in she’s pulled awaypeeling posters drooping dangling swaying a noir fantasy filled with smoke and punkbassbeats coy smiles beneath too-black rimmed eyeslove drunk side stage yearning for a glancesweat and noise and insecurity average talent sings off-key as fists punchtheair boys willContinue reading “cancun”

Vivid

By Tiffany Shull Peterson She extended her arm, spread her fingers, and examined the flesh there. Her translucent skin glowed with an eerie bluish hue. Purple veins spread like the branches of an ancient tree from the back of her hand up into her arm. She turned her palm up and watched as the musclesContinue reading “Vivid”

The Devil Walks in Devon

By Tiffany Shull Peterson “Mama, I saw the Devil.”  My tired eyes turned from the flickering fire and rested on Eliza’s round, red cheeks pulled flat by a frown. Gentle curls framed her concerned face as she stared back at me. “Another bad dream, love?” My question was met with a defiant deepening of herContinue reading “The Devil Walks in Devon”

Drown

By Tiffany Shull-Peterson Drawn in, deeperTo the unknown eyeThoughts unspoken, steep in feelings unacknowledged Dive down, withinTo the dark pools thereWounds packed up, stacked for moving day unscheduled Drown now, beneathToo heavy to swimKeeping secrets on a leash, submerged and quiet

FaceTime

An urban legend retelling inspired by “Killer in the Backseat.” The bell above the door rang out and Lana rolled her eyes. It was five minutes until closing. Forcing a smile, she met the man at the hostess podium and greeted him unenthusiastically. She offered silent thanks when he said he was there for a carry-outContinue reading “FaceTime”

Jordan Yeng

Jordan Yeng felt most awake when his consciousness faded and sleep claimed him. It was the promise of these nightly adventures that kept him going most days. By day, Jordan was scrawny, generally disliked, and often disappointing. Grandmother Yeng, with whom he and his mother lived, frequently remarked that his clumsiness and poor grades wereContinue reading “Jordan Yeng”

Claws and Teeth

Claws are for scratching. Teeth are for biting. Forked tongues are for smelling.  . Deep breath in. Shaking breath out. Repeat. — Sometimes it was a hotel, sometimes a hostel, but tonight it was a roadside motel somewhere on the northeastern coastline. Salty air had disfigured the once vibrant 1970-something paint. The sleepy clerk hadContinue reading “Claws and Teeth”

Last Christmas

December 24, 2015 Her eyes tried to focus through a veil of tears, but the diamond beyond remained a glistening blur. The salted droplets continued to form, poised to roll joyously down her pink tinged cheeks. Tears teetered on the edge of an already smudging mascaraed lash. She lifted her eyes upward. The seasonally litContinue reading “Last Christmas”