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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

here the link, as found in this post... click it crowcrosskeys.com/2026/10/10/g...

An excerpt from poem, going under is how you surface by Linda Kohler published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring fish beneath water with ripples on its surface. The excerpt reads: here your flesh, as found as fish trails, dissolves in spells of currents/ your blood streams with vastness/ here you’re deep enough into riverbank to hear your cyclic bones/ see fresh predators scalp the surface, crunch over where you end/ or River begins/

Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

The tower has decided to exist underwater. We are supportive of all of the tower's decisions, even if they necessitate the growing of gills. We're reading poetry while we evolve. Specifically, this poem: "going under is how you surface" by Linda Kohler crowcrosskeys.com/2026/10/10/g...

A muted greyscale banner for poem, going under is how you surface by Linda Kohler published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring fish beneath water with ripples on its surface.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

You pour towards the link. You click it. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/10/07/t...

An excerpt from short story, The Hunting Dogs by Grayson Thobe published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a shadowy close-up of a dogs eye. The excerpt reads: The dogs poured towards it. It was beyond her to stop them. There would be salvageable pieces once they were done. Evelyn backed away, and let the dogs warm themselves from the inside out with fresh meat. They tore it apart, yanked its flesh, broke its neck so that its dead face looked at her.

The tongue lolled, “Evelyn.”

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Something is stirring in the woodland outside the tower. We keep hearing strange warbling, and it is getting closer. Read today's short story with us while we try not to think about what approaches. "The Hunting Dogs" by Grayson Thobe crowcrosskeys.com/2026/10/07/t...

A muted greyscale banner for short story, The Hunting Dogs by Grayson Thobe published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a shadowy close-up of a dogs eye.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

The first stage is clicking the link. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/10/03/t...

An excerpt from flash fiction, The Absent Person by Freddy Durbin published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring an eerily empty image of a figure in motion. The excerpt reads: Intrasuffusion is the first symptom or stage of the visitation of the Absent Person. Here, the scent of the Absent Person whirls through the house, a contaminated wind to be scrubbed off your skin and scraped off your tongue, empurpling the floral wallpaper and curling it down in long vertical bisected fents to expose the original wallpaper whose garishness the Absent Person had toiled for hours to cover before their absence.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

There are shadows on the wall inside the tower. They're trying to tell us something, pointing at doorways. We're too afraid to follow. Instead, we're reading today's flash fiction: "The Absent Person" by Freddy Durbin crowcrosskeys.com/2026/10/03/t...

A muted greyscale banner for flash fiction, The Absent Person by Freddy Durbin published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring an eerily empty image of a figure in motion.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

The link is a welcome. Click it. It's only polite. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/30/u...

An excerpt from short story, Upstairs Neighbours by D.S. Burton published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a mass of clay hands reaching upwards. The excerpt reads: The day we move in, the upstairs neighbours don’t come out to greet us. Our Corolla rattles into the driveway, grits of salt crunching like teeth. A barren brick staircase winds up to their railing-trimmed porch and drawn velvet curtains. A pair of rosy-nosed gnomes stand sentry on either side, their grinning our only welcome.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

If you're very quiet & if you stay very still, the tower might talk to you. We can't repeat what it whispers, that's reserved for the listener, but we invite you to try for yourselves. Maybe, it'll whisper this story: "Upstairs Neighbours" by D.S. Burton crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/30/u...

A muted greyscale banner for short story, Upstairs Neighbours by D.S. Burton published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a mass of clay hands reaching upwards.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

Sink into the link. You know you want to. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/23/t...

An excerpt from poem, The Fourth Sister of Eskrigg by Paula Gilfillan reprinted on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring bark covered in lichen. The excerpt reads:
And as she sinks into the earth,
her toes root – grasping mulch then rock;
an anchor against storms.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for poem, The Fourth Sister of Eskrigg by Paula Gilfillan reprinted on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring bark covered in lichen.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

Keep click-click-clicking the link. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/19/e...

An excerpt from flash fiction, Empty Nest Syndrome by Mugdhaa Ranade published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a cup of tea amongst foliage. The excerpt reads: Mother salts her khari with tears and stoppers her mouth with it, keeping a please-don’t-leave-me wail from leaking out. Dip-dip-dipping her khari in the tea, Koyal comments on how ‘smother’ has Mother in it.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for flash fiction, Empty Nest Syndrome by Mugdhaa Ranade published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a cup of tea amongst foliage.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

Don't avoid the link. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/16/t...

An excerpt from poem, The Iron Queen by Amanda Reck published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a macro shot of pomegranate seeds. The excerpt reads:
A red moon, it’s said, spells
trouble. Avoid the streets
at night, flooded in such bloody light.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for poem, The Iron Queen by Amanda Reck published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a macro shot of pomegranate seeds.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

You don't try to forget the link. You click it. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/12/h...

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for flash fiction, He Will Sustain You by Xavier George published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a box filled with food items including Cheerios.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

You are staring at the link. You click. That is choice enough. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/09/n...

An excerpt from prose poem, narrative by Kate Choi published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a black hole. The excerpt reads: You are staring down the barrel of a black hole. Water and earth have not yet been separated. The person over the event horizon has your father’s eyes. Tell me a story, she says. You nod. That is choice enough.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for prose poem, narrative by Kate Choi published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a black hole.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

If one knew anything about links, they would know that this link is good. So you should click it. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/09/05/t...

An excerpt from short story, The Only Way Out by Liam Kiyashka published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a close-up of a white horse with an eerie bright eye. The excerpt reads: The trotting grew louder until the horse turned the corner of one of the ruined houses. The beast was perfectly white, its mane meticulously kept, not a speck of dirt on its perfect body. Most notably, though, was the silver horn in its head, which spiraled into a point. It was a unicorn, and, if one knew anything about unicorns, they would know that unicorns are good.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for short story, The Only Way Out by Liam Kiyashka published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a close-up of a white horse with an eerie bright eye.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

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...

An excerpt from flash fiction, A Portrait of the Missing Miss Lovejoy as Daphne by Emma Kent-Abate published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a delta viewed from above. The excerpt reads: Once, in the wooded delta between the state line and the rivers’ confluence, there was a village. Now there is not. It has been forgotten over time, the foundations of the houses sunken into the soft earth, the mosaicked walls between properties mistaken for boulders. In this village, there was once a girl, and now she is not.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for flash fiction, A Portrait of the Missing Miss Lovejoy as Daphne by Emma Kent-Abate published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a delta viewed from above.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

You push the link. All you can see is poetry. Excellent. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/08/29/f...

An excerpt from poem, Forecast by Amanda Adrienne Smith published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a sparsely clouded sky. The excerpt reads:
The wind pushes the clouds.
All I can see is blue.
My blue eyes.
Your blue scratch
from the bottom of the ocean.
The way it bleeds.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for poem, Forecast by Amanda Adrienne Smith published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a sparsely clouded sky.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

You seldom click links, but you'll click this one. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/08/23/g...

An excerpt from short story, Glassheart by Collette Night published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a barn owl overlayed on shards of glass. The excerpt reads: Holly seldom cried; her tears were crushed glass.

The tiny shards would skitter down her cheeks, tinkling to the ground. She imagined they relished slicing at the heels of passersby, collecting their howls of pain. She was a girl who left scars if not careful—Holly wasn’t very careful.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for short story, Glassheart by Collette Night published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a barn owl overlayed on shards of glass.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

First, you click the link. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/08/19/s...

An excerpt from flash fiction, She Comes to Me as a Telescope by Shona Ray Ferguson published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on muted greyscale banner featuring the eye of a telescope overlayed with an image of a galaxy. The excerpt reads: First, she shows me the heavens. Why not? she says. They are yours, if you choose them. We befriend the moon, coax her out of her despair. The North Star next, so bold in the twilight, before the other stars put her in her place.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for flash fiction, She Comes to Me as a Telescope by Shona Ray Ferguson published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring the eye of a telescope overlayed with an image of a galaxy.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 15/08/2026

Tip one: click the link. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/08/15/h...

An excerpt from poem, How does one walk the labyrinth? Remember these four things by Hachi Chuku published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring an ominous photograph of a hedge maze. The excerpt reads:
Tip one: abandon all hope of ever leaving.
Once you twist your way around beginning
there is no going back to the start
unchanged. Rearrange that
Dorothy Gale-like mindset.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 15/08/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for poem, How does one walk the labyrinth? Remember these four things by Hachi Chuku published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring an ominous photograph of a hedge maze.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 12/08/2026

Each link is clicked. (By you, obviously.) crowcrosskeys.com/2026/08/12/b...

An excerpt from flash fiction, Black Satin; Cotton Gown by Savannah Hunsaker published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring the cropped figures of girls in white dresses moving through a meadow. The excerpt reads: When the sky lingers between night and day, the girls will come together in white nightgowns, black ribbons tied into their hair. Most will come with dresses adored with lacey bows, small fingers disappearing under fluffy wrist sleeves. Others will arrive with limp teddy bears hanging from arms, lips sticky from red candy—but each dress is white. Each bow is black.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 12/08/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for flash fiction, Black Satin; Cotton Gown by Savannah Hunsaker published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring the cropped figures of girls in white dresses moving through a meadow.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 08/08/2026

You sit at the link. Your heart wants you to click it. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/08/08/g...

An excerpt from poem, Grief by Jessica Tsang published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a glowing white globe in the palms of someone's hands against a textured background. The excerpt reads:
I sit at the desk,
where my heart vomits a white globe,
perfectly round with a flat bottom for display.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 08/08/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for poem, Grief by Jessica Tsang published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a glowing white globe in the palms of someone's hands against a textured background.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 05/08/2026

This is not the link, we say of the link at the end of the post. You're not fooled. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/08/05/a...

An excerpt from flash fiction, At Dinner with Teeth by Sophie Daly-Atkinson published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a barely formed clay face with human teeth. The excerpt reads:
‘You are not my mother,’ I said to the thing at the dining table.

Anyone else would have been fooled, but I knew. It was the skin, the way it moved over its face like clay, its expressions slow, unnatural, not returning to its usual form. And the way her eyes shifted in her head, lizard-like, never fully landing on their object.

I cut my steak, blood oozing where my knife sliced through muscle and fat.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 05/08/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for flash fiction, At Dinner with Teeth by Sophie Daly-Atkinson published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a barely formed clay face with human teeth.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 25/07/2026

The link is there, beneath this text. You should click it. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/25/t...

An excerpt from poem, The town below the surface by Devanshee Soni published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a textured surface with a dripping line of rust. The excerpt reads: My house is there, beneath the boulder of hell,
where the stars hum like dingy lanterns,
and I must return before dusk—to the rust
on the flowers, to the knives in the door locks,
to the bed woven like a carapace.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 25/07/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for poem, The town below the surface by Devanshee Soni published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a textured surface with a dripping line of rust.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 22/07/2026

The link: at the bottom of the post. You: clicking it. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/22/t...

$An excerpt from reprinted flash fiction, The Lake House by Keith Hoerner published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring refractions in water. The excerpt reads: Deep below the lake’s murky surface, there sits—intact—a house. A two-story structure of Carpenter Gothic details like elaborate wooden trim bloated to bursting. Its front yard: purple loosestrife. Its inhabitants: alligator gar, bull trout, and pupfish.$

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 22/07/2026

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...

$A muted greyscale banner for reprinted flash fiction, The Lake House by Keith Hoerner published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring refractions in water.$

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 18/07/2026

The link is already here. Waiting for you. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/18/q...

An excerpt from poem, Quintessence by Özge Lena published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a photograph of a plume of smoke. The excerpt reads:
The air is collapsing, the water
is always filtered, the earth

is left fallow forever, and the fire
is already here, hunting for us.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 18/07/2026

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 muted greyscale banner for poem, Quintessence by Özge Lena published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a photograph of a plume of smoke.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 15/07/2026

Recently, you have clicked the link. Today, you click it again. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/15/t...

An excerpt from short story, The Girl With Stars in Her Eyes by Lesley McKenna published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a macro shot of an eye overlaid with an image of a galaxy. The excerpt reads: Ever since she was a little girl, Izzie has been obsessed with watching the stars. There’s something about the lights in the sky that fascinates her, that takes her to wondrous worlds she can only imagine, away from real life and all its attendant problems. She has learned the constellations, and all the stars that make them. She has watched their cycles, and studied their stories. Recently, she has begun to hear them. And to speak with them.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 15/07/2026

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...

A muted greyscale banner for short story, The Girl With Stars in Her Eyes by Lesley McKenna published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a macro shot of an eye overlaid with an image of a galaxy.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 11/07/2026

Please. The link. You must click it crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/11/h...

An excerpt from flash fiction, Hellcat, They Call You by James Montgomery published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring tarot cards, sage and other mystical accoutrements. The excerpt reads: There, the foreshadowed visitor approaches, through the moorland’s bracken and gorse. Mark the woman’s billowing silk; the kind more used to palmistry as parlour entertainment.

‘Please,’ she begs. ‘My son’s fate. I must know.’

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 11/07/2026

You reading this post was foretold in the tower's bricks. It didn't tell us when it would happen, only that it would. And here you are. Here we are. Here is today's flash fiction: "Hellcat, They Call You" by @jamesmontgomery.bsky.social crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/11/h...

A muted greyscale banner for flash fiction, Hellcat, They Call You by James Montgomery published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring tarot cards, sage and other mystical accoutrements.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 08/07/2026

We set down the link. You click it. crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/08/p...

An excerpt from poem, Porcelain Weather by Nas Jolaade published on crowcrosskeys.com, presented on a muted greyscale banner featuring a shallow depth of field photograph of a cup resting on a table with steam rising from it. The excerpt reads:
the café breathed in low machinery—grinders worrying the morning, kettles clearing their throats. outside, rain pressed its small signatures against the window. one table away, a boy unfastened a sentence from his mouth and set it down between himself and his father.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 08/07/2026

It is too warm in the tower. The kitchen keeps making hot drinks regardless. No one is drinking them, but still more appear. We're going to keep ignoring them, and keep reading poetry. Like this: "Porcelain Weather" by Nas Jolaade crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/08/p...

A muted greyscale banner for poem, Porcelain Weather by Nas Jolaade published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a shallow depth of field photograph of a cup resting on a table with steam rising from it.

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Crow & Cross Keys || SUBS OPEN @crowkeys.bsky.social · 04/07/2026

For every word you read in this post, we're stealing something from you. Just little things. The memory of what you did at 4:28pm last Tuesday, for example. To get it back, read today's story: "Robbed" by Jordyn Damato crowcrosskeys.com/2026/07/04/r...

A muted greyscale banner for short story, Robbed by Jordyn Damato published on crowcrosskeys.com, featuring a close up of a woman lighting a cigarette.

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