I dared her to eat the whole strawberry — green part and all — just to see if she would do it. Piper was like that…
We cruised past the closed gas station lot with a glut of hot cars parked on it. Tim shifted his 1967 Pontiac GTO down to second…
Twelve hours earlier, James woke to find Catherine’s arm draped over his back. Lifting just his head from the pillow so as not to wake…
I used to be a bird.
Jasmine felt a sharp jolt of pain as her ankle rolled beneath her, twisting her foot at an awkward angle and sending her…
The thick curtains were drawn against the afternoon sun so that the room on the third floor of the Santa Dympna Hotel felt set…
She hated me from the start, and I felt much the same. I saw the way he looked at her, with her poodle skirts…
Robbie leaned in the passenger door, wrinkling his long nose. Trace had one tanned arm slung over the faded top of the car.
Note: the author would like to dedicate this story to his aunt and uncle, Donna and Donald Creer.
Freddie MacNamus sat in his truck and looked down at his hands. So many stains. Blood, sweat, and tears covered those hands. And black…