Eliza Jaquays

At the age of six, Eliza was certain of two things. The first was that she had stories to tell. The second was that she had no talent for illustrating them herself. Talent or no, she still wrote and illustrated her first book, one that should be located and locked away if only to prevent her parents from embarrassing her terribly by showing it off alongside baby pictures. Now she spends her days writing stories that she isn't embarrassed to show off after a little bit of polishing.

Kate and Tate were Great

- December 16, 2019

Trying to find the right time to make the announcement felt impossible. Our last concert? What if it ruined the magic for the audience that night? It wouldn’t be fair. Should we say something early so that anyone who’d wanted to make it to one of our shows could try and scrape together a last […]

Carnival of Farts

- April 22, 2019

“Oh my god, Alli, I can’t believe you missed tonight, it was the best!” Alli’s roommate Becca flung herself down on the couch. Alli didn’t even look up from their laptop. “I was busy.” “Busy being boring. That paper isn’t due for like four whole days.” Which meant Becca hadn’t touched it yet and would […]

Bound in Blood

- March 11, 2019

Fire rushed down Vivian’s throat and pooled in her stomach, soothing her nerves. After tonight, she would be someone’s wife. She’d never been anyone’s wife before. The tight, gnawing sensation returned to the pit of her stomach. Just a nip never hurt anyone, her granny always said. She’d only had one nip. Over and over […]

Like the Sun

- February 11, 2019

“His smile is like the sun.” Everything froze at those words and I looked about the crowded ballroom, trying to find him. The man who smiled the sun. He wasn’t here. It was foolish to think that he was, that he could be here and I wouldn’t have known. Still, I looked about the ballroom […]

The Stylist

- January 4, 2019

“Nice costume!” The words flung themselves at me, punctuated with mocking laughter. This was not a costume party. I was not in costume. It was these children in their colorful suits and paisley prints and patterns stacked on top of patterns who were in costume. “How do you do it?” I asked the only person […]