Author

Damien Walters Grintalis

Damien Walters Grintalis lives in Maryland with her husband, two cats, and two rescued pit bulls. She is a member of the HWA, an Assistant Editor of the Hugo Award-winning magazine, Electric Velocipede, http://www.electricvelocipede.com, and is represented by Mark McVeigh of The McVeigh Agency. You can visit her blog, dwgrintalis.blogspot.com, or follow her on Twitter @dwgrintalis.

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Melancholia in Bloom

Every family has a secret magic tucked away in a dusty attic or hidden between the words of a handed-down story. This box is ours. It doesn't look like much, but it's been in our family for a long time. After my mother's death, I found it in her attic with a notebook inside. Now…

When She is Empty

Kat knew something was wrong the moment she opened the front door. There was a change in the weight of the air and divots in the rug where Iriana's wingback chair should be. The first stirring of pain bloomed in her chest, a dark flower of possibility. Of warning. Her bones…

A Handful of Glass, a Sky without Stars

Saturday: Mia held her wrist up to the security panel outside the pharmaceutical club and waited while her identification and prescription were verified. A light on the panel flashed twice. The airlock doors opened. She closed her eyes as the doors slid shut behind her and the…

To Be Undone of Such Small Things

***Editor's Note: The story that follows is disturbing. Use your discretion in choosing to continue.*** She sits in her car with her hands in her lap, staring at the glass doors of the facility. Tears shimmer in her eyes. Strange that she should never find healing through grief…

In Her Arms of Dresden Pale

She was broken when he met her, shattered into a thousand tiny shapes, all with jagged edges. He gathered up her pieces and carried them home. He spread them out on his dining room table, an eye here, a fingertip there, and smiled. The damage was not irreparable. A glassblower…

Like Origami in Water

Johnny is angry again. I hate this part, but I won't try to stop him. I would feel the same way, too. "It's not fair," he yells, spit flying out of the corners of his mouth. "And it's not right. Why can't they figure out what this is? Why can't they fix it?" Music blares from…