‘Love is patient’—

Lurking,

behind a pristine row of bushes; keeping vigilant watch, being certain to narrow the timing down to the exact second the living room lamp shuts off and the shades are pulled.

Love turns a copy of the house key around and around in a gloved hand.

‘Love is kind’—

 of expensive sometimes— when the date ends and the flowers wilt— often the price is our grief, security, emotions, possessions, or even our very lives…

Your date has ended, but the night hasn’t. Come, gather around our campfire, where we invite you to indulge in our collection of tales that explore the sinister side of love.