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.

Bound in Blood

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

“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

“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 […]

A Sticky Exchange

Hot pink post-it, found on fridge, 7am: Stop drinking my blood Light blue post-it, found on fridge, 9pm: Gross, I would never! Hot pink post-it, found on fridge, 10pm: I know it was you Light blue post-it, found on fridge, 11pm: I don’t even drink blood Hot pink post-it, found on bedroom door, 2am: Did […]

Apple Heart

When I was born, I did not have a heart, so the Doctor fashioned one for me out of an apple. In return, every day for the rest of my life, I was to bring him an apple. Until I was old enough to walk, mama delivered the apple to the Doctor, carrying me swaddled […]