BITTER WOMEN ARE MADE OF SOLD DREAMS AND UNANSWERED PRAYERS NIGHTMARES AND SLEEP PARALYSIS, AN INCUBUS SITTING ON THEIR CHEST DEPRIVATION, DEPRESSION, ANXIETY, WEIGHT GAIN, AND STARVATION SOUR GRAPES AND DEAD LEAVES, WILTED ROSES AND ROTTED FRUIT GNATS CORKED WINE, FREEZER BURNT WEDDING CAKE TOPPERS UNWORN LINGERIE WRAPPED IN TISSUE PAPER FLICKERING FLOURESCENT LIGHTING OF …
This op-ed was originally published for Page Turner Magazine in May 2026 It’s 2024, gated communities are under siege, armed guards patrol the high-walled gates keeping out the poor, foreign, sick, and starving. The wealth inequality has widened along with climate-fueled fires, water is scarce, the police are privatized and rarely come unless you are …
This short story originally appeared in Page Turner Magazine on February 10, 2026 He left me behind—my grand père, my papa. I took too long to get ready. Primping and applying foundation uselessly in the sweltering heat of Louisiana. This time, he would teach me a lesson. He would finally prove that my mouth was …
This op-ed originally appeared in Page Turner Magazine in February 2026. There is a shadow of darkness, a looming presence that nips at the neck of progress and laughs at hope. Our terror, our fright, lives with us—or do we live with it? This is a question that sits at the very center of the …
When a young Creole girl named Marie is left alone in her family’s Louisiana home, she uncovers a haunting legacy of vampirism rooted in blood, lilies, and secrecy. Drawn into the curse through a forbidden cake, a burning rosary, and a blood-signed contract, she transforms from innocent to immortal heir of her family’s dark inheritance. …
GRADUATE PORTFOLIO – EMERSON COLLEGE – POPULAR FICTION WRITING AND PUBLISHING *GLOBAL NARRATIVE* *INTRODUCTION TO THE PUBLISHING PROCESS FOR WRITERS* *GOTHIC SUBVERSION* *THE HAUNTED LIBRARY*
Author’s Note: I’ve had the idea of writing an all-female society for years, but not in the sense that there aren’t any men, or that men don’t exist—but they live separately. At one point, the genders did live together just as we do now, but slowly over time, as women became educated and influential figures, …
“Stay on the trail and don’t talk to anyone,” Mommy says. “And for god’s sake,Elizabeth, take off that stupid red hoodie! It’s one hundred degrees today!”Mommy’s always talking, always worrying, always pestering me.“I can take care of myself!” I’d scream.I wasn’t some dumb little girl who could fall for tricks. I knew better than that. …
Now would be a good time to stop drinking I thought. Was this my home?I knew the door and the path that led to it but what lay on the other side was no moremy house than a cave. That’s what my eyes had shown me. A cave that descendeddeep into the earth with calcite …
At first, I waited for a phone call from him. A YouTube video advised me toallow seven days of no contact and not to contact him first. That I should wait, if he caredenough, he would call the video advised me. Everything was white then. Our first snow of January had fallen, crushing ourfragile Texas …