The tower is circled by trees. The circle is impenetrable. We're unsure when the trees will let us leave, but luckily, we have excellent poetry to read in the meantime. "The Fourth Sister of Eskrigg" by @paulagilfillan.bsky.social crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/23/t...
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All of the taps in the tower are running with tea today. We're not complaining though. The kettle is having a well-earned day off. While we drink tea-on-tap, we're reading flash fiction: "Empty Nest Syndrome" by Mugdhaa Ranade crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/19/e...
An entity handed us an orange earlier. It was the most perfect orange we have ever seen. We are dedicating a room in the tower to what remains of its peel. While we memorialise, why don't you read today's poem? "The Iron Queen" by Amanda Reck crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/16/t...
We're overwhelmed by the scent of baking here at the tower. Curiously, there is no one in the kitchen and nothing in the ovens. We're going to read today's flash and pretend not to think about it. "He Will Sustain You" by Xavier George crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/12/h...
If you look closely, you will see galaxies running through the mortar of the tower. The galaxies, and thus the tower, keep expanding. We've no idea how big the tower is now. It's hard to fathom. So we're concentrating on poetry: "narrative" by Kate Choi crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/09/n...
Every time we open a door in the tower, we find another door. We have been opening doors for hours. So many, many doors. Luckily, we have today's short story to keep us company. "The Only Way Out" by Liam Kiyashka crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/05/t...
this story builds off the tale of the Witch of North Pepperell, a local legend that may or may not be true but persists in the archive nevertheless. I’m so grateful for @crowkeys.bsky.social giving it a lovely home in such great company. I hope you enjoy it 🩶✨
I’m so delighted that my haunted little flash “A Portrait of the Missing Miss Lovejoy as Daphne” is now published with Crow & Cross Keys!
Once, in this post, there was a link. There still is a link, actually, and you should click it. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/02/a...
The tower is and then it isn't. We can't foretell when it won't be; it's inconvenient, but it's part of the charm. When the tower isn't, we aren't either. This flash, however, is: "A Portrait of the Missing Miss Lovejoy as Daphne" by Emma Kent-Abate crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/02/a...
After an inspiring first visit to @laworldcon.bsky.social where I met so many amazing writers and readers, it was exhilarating to wake up this morning to an acceptance from @crowkeys.bsky.social - a lovely publication that I've long wanted to be a part of. Can't wait to share my new sad ghost story!
Portents are pointing towards a storm. It wouldn't be strange. The tower has been drowning in thunder for days now. We do like a bit of atmosphere. And poetry. We really like poetry too. Like this: "Forecast" by Amanda Adrienne Smith crowcrosskeys.com/2026/08/29/f...
If you've noticed that we're posting on Sunday rather than Saturday... No, you haven't. Here, have an excellent short story. It's worth the wait. "Glassheart" by Collette Night crowcrosskeys.com/2026/08/23/g...
I have a little piece in @crowkeys.bsky.social today. Quite proud of this one 😊 Come take a tour of space and time 👇
We had an unexpected visitor here at the tower this evening. They didn't say who they were. They didn't say a word. They just sat and read this flash fiction. "She Comes to Me as a Telescope" by @shonaraywrites.bsky.social crowcrosskeys.com/2026/08/19/s...
We had an unexpected visitor here at the tower this evening. They didn't say who they were. They didn't say a word. They just sat and read this flash fiction. "She Comes to Me as a Telescope" by @shonaraywrites.bsky.social crowcrosskeys.com/2026/08/19/s...
We've had a bit of a day here at the tower. Therefore, we have decided to get lost in the wilderness. We will leave you this poem to keep you company. "How does one walk the labyrinth? Remember these four things" by Hachi Chuku crowcrosskeys.com/2026/08/15/h...
We're feeling a little ritualistic here in the tower. We think it's the heat. Nothing like a nice little ritual to cool you down. Or an excellent piece of flash fiction, like this one. "Black Satin; Cotton Gown" by Savannah Hunsaker crowcrosskeys.com/2026/08/12/b...
We are a little tardy with our social media posts this evening. We have been eating our feelings. 'Morose' was particularly flavourful. Join us now as we consume grief in the form of today's poem. "Grief" by Jessica Tsang crowcrosskeys.com/2026/08/08/g...
We have returned from our brief slumber. We had unusual dreams. The kind of dreams that follow you around and scritch at your scalp when you're not paying attention. Today's flash is our chosen distraction. "At Dinner with Teeth" by Sophie Daly-Atkinson crowcrosskeys.com/2026/08/05/a...
Chilling and lyrical. As usual, @jamesmontgomery.bsky.social does not disappoint. Find it in the lovely @crowkeys.bsky.social
I have a new flash in the gorgeous @crowkeys.bsky.social! 🐦⬛ Loved playing around with the imperative voice for this one. @keychild.bsky.social has been a delight to deal with, too. Send them something bejewelled and dark and bewitching. 🖤 crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/11/h...
I've got an opening scene for you in @crowkeys.bsky.social crowcrosskeys.com/2023/06/17/k...
Kelpie—Neil Willcox
What have you sent me? The video from Dorothy is a bunch of young men, drunk, but not that drunk, walking along a country lane in the twilight. Taken from someone’s phone. Continue reading…
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i think we need a good kelpie-based horror movie. the time is right.
'Clear your mind. Light the tallow. As your infant mewls from his nest of rags, shrink from his hunger...' Tender & evocative piece by @jamesmontgomery.bsky.social @crowkeys.bsky.social #fiction #historicalfiction #amwriting #writingcommunity #flashfiction crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/11/h...
Hellcat, They Call You—James Montgomery
Clear your mind. Light the tallow. As your infant mewls from his nest of rags, shrink from his hunger; how the skin has tightened to the skull, its frame as slight as a sparrow’s. Continue reading&…
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We are taking a small posting break this week, and will be back with more excellent writing on 5th August!
We're not certain how it happened; one moment we could see sky outside the tower's windows, and now? We see dirt, and squirmy, wormy things. It's a shock to the system. We're calming ourselves with poetry. "The town below the surface" by Devanshee Soni crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/25/t...
Inside the issue, you can find links to Allison's work in @lastsyllablelit.bsky.social, @crowkeys.bsky.social, and @exposedbonemag.bsky.social (among others). You can also find out why she thinks you should read work by Mervyn Peake and Susanna Clarke!
The tower is susceptible to flooding. We're not near any water sources. It just happens sometimes. We've learnt not to ask why. For other underwater happenings, today's reprinted flash fiction: "The Lake House" by Keith Hoerner crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/22/t...
All is quiet in the tower. Too quiet. It makes us nervous. Today's poem makes us nervous too, but only in the very best way. "Quintessence" by Özge Lena crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/18/q...
A smattering of constellations have appeared in the tower. They weave their way into whichever room we happen to be reading. Today, they surround us in the sitting room as we read today's short story. "The Girl With Stars in Her Eyes" by Lesley McKenna crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/15/t...
I have a new flash in the gorgeous @crowkeys.bsky.social! 🐦⬛ Loved playing around with the imperative voice for this one. @keychild.bsky.social has been a delight to deal with, too. Send them something bejewelled and dark and bewitching. 🖤 crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/11/h...
Hellcat, They Call You—James Montgomery
Clear your mind. Light the tallow. As your infant mewls from his nest of rags, shrink from his hunger; how the skin has tightened to the skull, its frame as slight as a sparrow’s. Continue reading&…
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