Sinking the candy-corns under her lips to create fangs had been her first mistake, Elisha knew. Now, all she understood was the implacable thirst as she stalked through the dark streets of her neighborhood, falling on the other children. Ripping open their honey straws and pixie sticks, her hunger unsated. She plunged her sugary teeth into treat after treat until — suddenly — a wave of pain ran through her. She collapsed, too weak to stand. When they found her, she was nothing but a shriveled husk with candy fangs. Next to her, with two tiny holes in it, was a box of raisins.

Deborah L. Davitt was raised in Reno, Nevada, received her MA in English from Penn State, lives in Houston, Texas, and is almost certain her sense of humor won’t get her into trouble. For more about her writing visit

Kurt Pankau is a software developer from St. Louis who enjoys dad-jokes, board games, and stories about time travel. His work has appeared in Nature Futures, Escape Pod, and Orson Scott Card’s Intergalactic Medicine Show. He tweets @KurtPankau and blogs at