Kathleen Coyle

“The great titan is dead!” Hestia lifted her head from where it rested on the ground. She looked around her, marveling at the scene before her: a crisp blue sky, vibrant green grass,

“Oh, hey Kimberly! Are you headed home already? So soon?” Kim squinted over her stack of files at the figure to her left barely illuminated by the dim parking garage lights. “Pam?” The

“Don’t worry my good subjects! I shall return soon and unharmed.” Prince Charmaigne flashed a pearly grin at the swarm of people that scrambled closer to his steed and gave them a

Runner up in the English Language and Literature Division Creative Writing Competition - Short Story. “The school was built over a hundred years ago or something, so that’s why the building looks

To read the past part of “The Princess of Montaigne,” check out Volume 2, Issue 7 in the Inkwell Literary Magazine’s online archive. “Lindsay! Hurry it up! If you’re not down

“My, my, Lindsay, that is quite the stack of books you have there.” Mrs. Nelson pulled her reading glasses lower on her nose to scrutinize the stack of books that Lindsay thunked on

“Who’s ready for more wings?” Chance punched two fists into the air. A round of cheers went up, the guys ready to celebrate that their team had won.   “No, Chance. I’m

“Alrighty. We’re here.” Eloise’s mom shifted the car into park and looked at her daughter in the passenger seat. Eloise’s eyes stayed glued to the window, which framed a large

“Claudia! There you are.” My eyes snapped to Father, and I jerked my hand behind my back, hiding my phone behind a fold in my dress. He was striding towards me with long,

“No. Absolutely not.” “But Daaad.” Amberly’s shoulders drooped, and she frowned, her bottom lip jutting out. “No buts. We are not getting a dog.” Amberly’s dad, George, shook his newspaper from

Willa’s front door burst open with a crack, and light flooded in, shoving the darkness back. A bright white light and behind that, blue and red and blue and red that whirled

“Clenching your teeth harder won’t make your posture any straighter, Marissa.” I glanced sidelong at Marissa, eyebrow raised and a smirk just barely visible on my lips. Her head jerked to her

“Who is she and what is she doing in my sight?” I tapped one finger against my gilded throne while rubbing my other hand across my stubble. It was just thick enough to

“That dress is much too heavy for you. Give it to me.” Deirdre snatched the violet silk gown from Cynthia’s arms. “But it’s mine. My father gave that to me.” Cynthia

“Do my veins look darker to you? I…I think my blood is turning black!” Rosa squished the skin around on her arm, poking at her veins. “They look fine. You’re imagining things again.”

Hayden rolled his eyes towards the entrance of the classroom at the sound of a tinkling laugh. Everly Jones, the bane of Hayden’s existence. Normal people just aren’t that happy. Hayden was sure of it.

Nicoletta stretched her hand out in front of her to allow Mary to slip a ring onto her finger then tilted her hand from side to side, admiring the way the diamond sparkled. “Nervous, Milady?” Mary asked.