A door, a hall, and determination. Aina had walked the long hall so many times in her life. She had attended this school as a girl and worked as a tutor here in high school, before returning as a young adult to teach social studies to the middle schoolers. Aina was well into her forties now. She knew this school like she knew the curves of her own body. Which was why she was sure the door at the end of the long hall was new.  It wasn’t an interesting door by any means. Just a

Mikaela is writing a bunch of short stories for 13 Days 13 Shorts this year! To check out more stuff from Mikaela, visit www.mikaelamiyamoto.com I don’t know where I am. But I’m starting to think it’s not my grandmother’s house. Or maybe it is but it’s not the way I remember it to be? It feels like one thing has been shifted slightly out of place each day and it’s driving me crazy. Today a door appeared seemingly out of nowhere. It’s in the hallway near the bookshelf. It’s li

The water, the town, the forest are one. Take a ferry through the mist, across the northern sea. Let the lighthouse guide you across the waves to the island with its cliffs and trees. Dock your boat upon the rocky shore and enter the harbor of Haven. This is a town between two worlds. It sits between the water and the forest, where the churning surf holds unknowable danger and the forest holds innumerable secrets. For this forest is home to magic. Its witches, its werewolves,