gothic – Words & Stitches

Weeping Willow, cry! No more. The wolves will keep you... In good company.

Flash Fiction – Song & Salacity

October 30, 2019November 5, 2019 Shyla Fairfax-Owen

Beneath her fingers, Percie felt the spine of her book crack and peel. She wondered how many times she had read it, but the only sufficient answer she could arrive at was 'not enough.' Outside, a quiet night symphony was building. A light howl in the wind whispered desires through the air and crackled the crisp autumn leaves that dangled carelessly from branches, plotting their winter descent.

Reviews and Essays

Book Review – We Have Always Lived in the Castle (Shirley Jackson)

February 20, 2019March 4, 2019 Shyla Fairfax-Owen

Their tongues will burn, I thought, as though they had eaten fire. Their throats will burn when the words come out and in their bellies they will feel a torment hotter than a thousand fires.

Seasonal, Stories and Poems

Short Story – 100 Years

December 26, 2018January 23, 2019 Shyla Fairfax-Owen

(Based on Grimms' Sleeping Beauty) It had been only a single gasp of air that alerted her to the trouble.

Stories and Poems

Poem – Too Sweet

December 18, 2018January 7, 2019 Shyla Fairfax-Owen

Smile, sucralose sweet; Assaultingly artificial. Eyes, whispering half truths in the dark. Mouth, filled to the brim; Spilling over with things said and not said. Glare as sharp as knives. Tongue spoiling into venom. Behind that smile, A sugary death awaits.