by Natalie Mills ✷ Read time: 10 minutes

Away from the town, among the cliffs that circled the lake, a woman made her way up to the old temple of stone. ➤

by Matt Mills ✷ Read time: 16 minutes

Alyssa Marie was four years and three months old when they moved into the house on Tricklewood Lane. ➤

by Natalie Mills ✷ Read time: 10 minutes

One evening when they were first married and his office job was still a mess, they were walking home from his work, where she had met him with a sack of take-out pasta and a Thermos of tea, weapons against the angry weather of the day. As they walked along the harbor’s edge, they stopped briefly under an overhang to give their arms a rest from carrying their umbrella. ➤

by Matt Mills ✷ Read time: 11 minutes

It is a beautiful night on that chimera shore. The heavy ocean tide is lapping at the seawall, the stars spread themselves lazily across the velvet sky, the sand is still warm between our toes from being cooked all day in the sun, and Bow, immemorial Bow, who owns the resort, is trying to convince us that the German girl is a water spirit. ➤

by Natalie Mills ✷ Read time: 10 minutes

We moved into the house when I was young, just six or seven, and I would sit on my windowsill late at night looking out at the woods. ➤

by Matt Mills ✷ Read time: 12 minutes

At forty-four years of age, George St. George, PhD, was one of the youngest professors that the Philosophy department at Ketley College had ever employed. ➤

by Natalie Mills ✷ Read time: 8 minutes

She was eighteen when she met him, nineteen when she fell in love with him, and twenty when they last spoke. ➤

by Matt Mills ✷ Read time: 17 minutes

When I go to sleep, I see Genghis Khan’s ghost. ➤

by Natalie Mills ✷ Read time: 16 minutes

She was a genius in her time, born at the right moment to the right parents... ➤

by Matt Mills ✷ Read time: 34 minutes

It was the summer and no one had seen the monarchs for fifty years. ➤