Black Stallion Magazine

Prose

A Letter To Saethe

Dear Saethe,  I am having to send this by dragonfly, so I hope you find this tiny letter. Last night, I was at a party in Elfton. Yeah, yeah, at Matthias’s house. I…

State of Decay

The streetlamp snapped back on, illuminating the falling rain, and my fist plummeting into my best friend’s face. All sound drowned out, the rain slapping on the cement overpowering the crack of my…