E. K. HastingsMillinocketAs we approached the tavern a big diesel pickup truck started in the back of the dirt parking lot. Big smoke stacks coming out of the top…Feb 27, 2018Feb 27, 2018
E. K. HastingsThe White RoomThe air at night in the summertime always sends an energetic chill down my spine. Something about the cool humidity makes me want to stay…Feb 27, 2018Feb 27, 2018
E. K. HastingsSpruce GroveI was thirteen and sick of summer camps. Nothing could be worse than spending another eternity sweltering in the heat with a bunch of other…Feb 27, 2018Feb 27, 2018
E. K. HastingsGhostsThe old creaking door of my closet always seemed to open in the night. The ghost who lived in the house was said to be a young girl named…Feb 27, 2018Feb 27, 2018
E. K. HastingsThe Free HouseJack Kerouac was the man who convinced me to get away from home and see my country. I read almost all his books. I pictured myself roaming…Feb 27, 2018Feb 27, 2018