This story may not be fit for all audiences… Melted ice cream, thickened with time. Filling the paper plate. Small dots of color hoping to be seen through the opaque window covering their party theme excitement. My fork easily slides through the cake, after cracking the solid layer of frosting. Half a clump of what … Continue reading Happy Birthday!
Author: jessicabalkoconnect
Measuring Mortician
He is very old. Wrinkles like canyons, deep enough to stick my arm up to my elbow. Nose hairs protruding, white like icicles. I’ve seen him from afar many times over. He is always on the left side of the casket, his right ear best for hearing. Every funeral he mumbles to his sons, they … Continue reading Measuring Mortician
Fairy Jars
When he caught me, I didn’t think he’d pull me apart. Though most fairies are never caught by humans. My arms sit in separate jars, so I don’t try any magic. My legs separated too. I’m not sure the point of that. It’s not as if I can change all this with my toes. My … Continue reading Fairy Jars
Mother Medusa
“Are your eyes shut?” Her voice is hoarse, worn away like the shore shaped by waves. The tinkling of crystals scraping the stone floor tells me she is moving into position. “Until I’m done,” I answer, pushing the door. I keep my eyelids pinned tight, no matter how much I want to see. Each step … Continue reading Mother Medusa
Snarky Seance
“To whom it may . . . Uh, concern?” “It’s not a letter to the school board, Lizzy. It’s a fucking Seance!” “Right,” Lizzy corrected herself, shifting her body, sitting cross-legged always bothered her. “Dear dead people?” “For shit's sake, Lizzy,” Krissy slammed her hand on the wood floor, forcing the rest of the girls … Continue reading Snarky Seance
Feeding Guide
Summer is the easiest time of year to feast. The humans wear shorts and skirts. Exposed ankles. Even a pair of capri pants is suitable. Winter is treacherous. In the cold months, the humans cover up in long pants and high boots, making it impossible to penetrate. You must find a church or office building … Continue reading Feeding Guide
Mirage
Wood cracks and pops. Sparks leap with joy as they dance to my feet. The heat of the flames is enough to burn the edges of my cheeks, but I welcome it. The fire is everything right now. Consuming me. The dancing flames enrapture my curiosity with their waltz. Spirits as orange as the sun, … Continue reading Mirage
Seducing Wolfman
The blade across my palm is dull. A sharper knife means less wincing, but the wood carved handle imprinted with the outline of a wolf is too synchronistic. There is enough blood to puddle on the fallen wet leaves. “Awooo,” I howl, the sound trailing into the chilled breeze. I call again. Then a third … Continue reading Seducing Wolfman
Jessica Balko 