Short Fiction
Ursula Vernon

The Dark Birds

My mother had daughters year after year, and one by one, my father devoured us.

Read More »
Short Fiction
Ursula Vernon

Razorback

There was a witch who lived up in the mountains, and I never heard but that she was a good one.

Read More »
Award Nominees
Ursula Vernon

Pocosin

This is the place of the carnivores, the pool ringed with sundews and the fat funnels of the pitcher plants.

Read More »
Award Nominees
Ursula Vernon

Jackalope Wives

The moon came up and the sun went down. The moonbeams went shattering down to the ground and the jackalope wives took off their skins and danced.

They danced like young deer pawing the ground, they danced like devils let out of hell for the evening. They swung their hips and pranced and drank their fill of cactus–fruit wine.

Read More »