Fiction | Three Crows Magazine

originally appeared in Three Crows Issue #5 Some years ago, when I was just a girl, my brother broke his

“Little Bear” by Avra Margariti

Bear? I ask my traveling companion. My teeth chatter so hard I’m afraid they’ll chop off my tongue. “Yes, Girl?”

The A.I. screamed, and I took that as a good sign. We’d given it a big dose of the latest

Going to the fair was always a winning date. Knock a few cans over, win an oversized lumpy teddy and

Stones. Put them in your mouth and suck them. Squeeze them in your hand so tight your fingers bleed. Sitting

We look after our own in this circus. As long as I’m ringmaster we always will. The Riggers turned up

Ieva didn’t take any nonsense from monsters. She’d met her first at the age of eight. The pathetic thing took

Still roses decayed on the vines. The garden’s green was deep and brittle, shrivelled to the desiccated stylus of lifeless

by Luke Frostick A tax collector’s life is a lonely one, but Ume-Hana had rarely felt as empty as she

You ever seen lightning that color, Phil? Doesn’t look right, does it? Watch the trees over the ridge there. You’ll