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Elou Carroll 🍂 is querying 🍂
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I design things. I write things. I photograph things. I panic about things. Mostly that last one.

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An excerpt from poem, The unwell will be fed by Haley Green published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a face enveloped in shadows aside from a strip of light across their closed eyelids. The excerpt reads: it is the one floating above you / the begotten ghost / the one who kisses the dew / your eyelids / before the morning rises / what is it if not the remnants of your longing? / if not your longing then your aching wound? / is it your aching wound?
December 10, 2025 at 6:32 PM
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An Occurrence at Nantasket—L. Reed Walton
Due to their publication schedule, neither the Sunrise nor the Weekly Explorer had yet printed photos of the giant, pale, unmoving woman who had washed up on Nantasket Beach. Disappointed, Red cons…
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December 8, 2025 at 11:03 PM
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An excerpt from flash fiction, Only Carrion by Ava DeVries published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring the profile of a vulture, leering. The excerpt reads: The vultures have been gathering around my house again. Only three or four, for now. But more will be here soon. They will perch on my picket fence and roost on my roof until it creaks with the weight of them.
December 5, 2025 at 2:20 AM
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An excerpt from short story, Sheep's Clothing by Beatrix Zwolfer published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a close-up wolf face with fierce-looking eyes. The excerpt reads: Not far from the edge of the woods, I ran into the wolf. “Hello,” said the wolf. “Hello,” I said. Teeth cracked like split eggshell. The tongue: a ruptured blood vessel in yolk. “Because you’ll ask,” said the wolf, “I didn’t eat her.”
December 6, 2025 at 6:14 PM
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An excerpt from Wallpaper Bleeds, part of poetic duo The Five Walled Hell by Hannah Rae published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring passionflowers overlaid with stormclouds. The excerpt reads: My house, it watches me through the grasses, illuminated like a half-sunken ship. Come back home, love.
November 29, 2025 at 7:22 PM
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An excerpt from short story, Runaway by K.S. Shay published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring an abstract image of an ethereal-looking fish tail in motion. The excerpt reads: Long before the first semi-truck disappeared, we knew Ms. Green was a witch. None of us could say where we’d heard it; it was something known, not learned. The mountains rose out of the sea, water boiled into limescale, and Ms. Green was a witch. The adults would never admit it, of course, but they knew, too: it was plain in how they avoided her at the Dollar General or glared at her little white house when hail got bad or fevers refused to let. The symbols painted at the base of the runaway truck ramp didn’t help.
November 26, 2025 at 6:19 PM
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An excerpt from flash fiction, Like Mother, Like Son by Riel Rosehill published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a bittern in water with its mouth open wide. The excerpt reads: It was for the best, Mum said. Decent men don’t go on making a child when they find a crying woman alone. Hide now. Stay still. Over the years, I must’ve spent days on my stomach down in the reeds, watching the bittern’s brown-streaked body almost invisible among the golden stems, observing the purple flowers of the reed turning bristly brown, and counting the new goslings while the river flowed in silence.
November 22, 2025 at 6:11 PM
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An excerpt from the poem Huldra by Faye Wikner, published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a close-up of train tracks in the rain. The excerpt reads: There is a great field of wheat by the train tracks; this is where I dance and hold the morning and shrug modern aches off my shoulders. I bring my wet palms to my red cheeks and greet the scavenger bird, we split the words over burrowing hares. She speaks all the languages of the bodies she has eaten.
November 19, 2025 at 6:27 PM
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An excerpt from short story, Our Mother, the Dark Damp Earth by Laila Amado published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a field of plowed soil. The excerpt reads: Nena climbs back under the blanket, but sleep doesn’t come. Lying alone in the cold bed, she feels stiff like a corpse laid out for the wake, and all she can think of is the Dark Mother Earth, barren and waiting for the seeds.
November 16, 2025 at 6:18 PM
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An excerpt from flash fiction, Evening at the County Fair by Laura M Puhl published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring hands palms up holding berries. The excerpt reads: We spend the most tickets at the flower stall, buying strings of carnations to chain ourselves together, then weaving the strands into headbands in a giggling coronation. The florist is kind but her eyes are sad; she slips something into our palms and we thank her, shrugging at the gift, dropping it into our pockets for later.
November 12, 2025 at 6:09 PM
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An excerpt from narrative poem, The Salt in My Bloodline by Rowan Tate published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a flock of seagulls flying against a light background. The excerpt reads: The gulls are watching. They’ve grown fat on grief, the tiny bones of our hope. They scream like midwives, circle each birth with an appetite. What we have to make a life from was never ours: driftwood, flint, rope braided by other hands, hunger, salt-bitter lullabies, the shape of our faces and our daughter’s faces. The sea giveth and the sea taketh away.
November 8, 2025 at 6:13 PM
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An excerpt from short story, The Witch's Daughter by Alexandra Wingo published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a well in the countryside. The excerpt reads: As a child, I never believed in witchcraft. Then the well water turned to blood. Before that, the misfortunes that visited our village had been easy enough to wave away. The Perne’s cow stopped giving milk. George Brown’s wheat crop was struck with blight. Hard rains swelled the river until it ripped the wheel from the mill like a straw doll from a child’s hands. All attributable to bad weather. Bad luck. Bad choice of location for our humble settlement.
November 5, 2025 at 6:31 PM
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An excerpt from flash fiction, Names Set in Stone by Jennifer Oliver published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a cropped image of letters carved into stone. The excerpt reads: The stone knows the names before the chisels ever touch it. This is the first lesson Oren learns when he arrives at the gravestone quarry. He hears it in the workers’ silences, in the way their voices soften when they approach the stone, the way their eyes linger just a moment too long before lifting the chisel. As if waiting for permission. As if the stone might speak first.
November 1, 2025 at 6:18 PM