- Fruiting Bodies by Kathryn Harlan: “I have always known that I am getting better when things that are beautiful start to feel relevant to me again.”
- Useless Magic: Lyrics and Poetry by Florence Welch: “Maybe I’ve always been more comfortable in chaos.”
- In the Roses of Pieria by Anna Burke: “I speak of poetry because it is the language of war as well as longing.”
- How To Be Eaten by Maria Adelmann: “I know people don't like me,” Bernice says. “But whatever you heard, maybe it's not the whole story.”
- Unclean Jobs for Women and Girls by Alissa Nutting: “When you’re a ghost, not haunting is like trying not to laugh. It tickles and pushes until it hurts.”
- The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw: “I eat him alive. After everything that he has done, this seems like a fair restitution.”
- Fever Dream by Samantha Schweblin: “I’m just tired, that’s what I tell myself, and sometimes I’m afraid when I think that everyday problems might be a little more terrible for me than for other people.”
- Comfort Me with Apples by Catherynne M. Valente: “Be a good neighbor and you will have good neighbors.”
- Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu: “I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you."
- The New Me by Halle Butler: Work again, another fucking waking nightmare.
- White is For Witching by Helen Oyeyemi: “But then, maybe “I don’t believe in you” is the cruelest way to kill a monster.”
- Enjoy Me Among My Ruins by Juniper Fitzgerald: “I ask myself, What is my truth? And what is my story?”
- Elena Knows by Claudia Piñeiro: “Life will test us. For real, not a dress rehearsal. And on that day we will finally realise that we are all alone, forced to face ourselves, with no lies left to cling to.”
- Rest and Be Thankful by Emma Glass: I can be alone. I can be a force. I don’t need half-love, half-life, half is not enough. I can be whole with nothing. I came from nothing. I came from nowhere. I can be anywhere now, without. Here I am without. But here I am. Flying.
- She Is Haunted by Paige Clark: My search history reveals I am contemplating parasuicide, because like my boyfriend guessed, I am not brave enough to kill myself all the way.
- A Modest Proposal by Jonathan Swift: I grant this food will be somewhat dear, and therefore very proper for landlords, who, as they have already devoured most of the parents, seem to have the best title to the children
- St Lucy's Home For Girls Raised By Wolves by Karen Russell: My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds of weather.
- Hungry Ghost by Victoria Ying: I've lived like a prisoner to my body.
- The Hysterical Girls of St. Bernadette's by Hanna Alkaf: I think about what it would be like to feel less alone, to talk to people who understand me, who might know the answers to my questions. What it would feel like to have a friend. I wonder if banishing my loneliness would mean banishing my ghosts. I wonder if these girls can save me, the way my nightmares ask to be saved.
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