Don't Let the Forest In

by C.G. Drews

But there was one boy who obviously loved the forest more than Andrew, a freckled kid with a reckless mouth and hair kissed by the devil.

The bone shrike drew back as one of its own kind came up behind and broke pieces off its skull and began to eat them. They all stood there, devouring each other, while Andrew watched in horrified awe as his story came true.

When she’s upset, she cares for people in, like, angry revenge at the world for being crap.”

Or maybe that was the fungi digging into the cracks between each tooth.

“I don’t care how dark the world is for you. I’ll hold out my hand until you find it, and I won’t let go.”