Inside my house, there’s a door which should not be there. The first person to notice was my older sister Melanie, as it was in the back of her closet. It was strange—it seemed as though the door functioned as a mirror, leading to a space identical to her closet, even down to the clothes. She was in middle school at the time, and I’d just turned ten. We were fascinated by the doorway, and after a short, poorly-informed conversation, we agreed it needed to be explored. She wen

Flames have an insatiable hunger. Their wide-open, gaping maws release a wet heat that stains your face red and draws layers of sweat and grime. Its tongue is long and teeth white and sharp, blistering and defiling all that comes into contact with it. The fire is in charge. When it's hungry, it eats–regardless of the contents of its meal. Its saliva will drench the clothes of those sleeping under the thick blankets of night and wrap around them like a python playing with it