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i. The dusty, putrid odor in the midday breeze brought recollections from Ryhan’s youth back with startling haste—specifically, her grandparents shed behind the house where they stored their animal trappings.  The red door lured her inside, dared her eight-year-old curiosity to prove itself to the world.  The walls smelled of rancid blood and pelt.  Inside,… Continue reading The Poison of Its Filamentous Lariats, by Erin Cole

Jerry tapped his foot, rocking back and forth, his eyes peeled to the warehouse across the street, a cold, dreary, transportation building. “Ohh, no, no, don’t want to go over there,” he said. “Nope, but the boss man’ll get me. Yeeup, fire me like a barbecue! Barbecue …yeeup, I like barbecues.” He picked up the… Continue reading The Warehouse, by Erin Cole

Where there is a dead river, there is a wilting echo in time.  All that thrived has dried and vanished, but the fish will return.  The larvae will reclaim sustenance to convert gelatinous bodies into fluttering, gossamer, black velvet wings, and sunlight will find a fractured path down the clear, jade run once more.  There… Continue reading The Dead River, by Erin Cole

  Darkness came from the jungle and slid across him like a water snake.  Cold earth molded around his arms and legs as he sank into death, freezing him into the position he had landed in. The stillness of the end was slow and steady.  Pain in his legs and head wrecked his thoughts and… Continue reading Letti’s Monsters, by Erin Cole

Jessica doesn’t know that she’s about to die.  Meghan isn’t quite sure how she knows this, but then there are a lot of things that Meghan doesn’t understand.  It could be that her skull is half-empty.  Or, that maybe her mind integrates stimuli different than other people.  Whatever the reason, her ability to interpret her… Continue reading The Wall of Never Doubt, by Erin Cole