I woke up early this morningin a quiet, still house,the family cozy in beds,snowfall soft outside,to the sound of knockingon the door of my…
April did not want to be here.
She hadn’t planned on night hiking in the middle of winter, alone.
As she got up this morning, she’d thought she was going to be having a fun Bachelorette party for her best friend, Jada, tonight. She had been planning it…
The Sleeping Beauty Nuclear Incident
I suppose I owe an explanation to our star system and to this court. The first thing you need to know is that all of…
______________________“Hey, how are you?”
Sophie stumbled into the high school gym cum evacuation center. Burns and gritty soot covered her, but the memory of her destroyed house caused her the most pain.
Her dreams were shattered. She’d almost accepted having no man and no job. The fire added “no…
Sam sat against a cold cement wall, watching people walk by. They smiled and laughed as snow lightly dusted their warm…
A flag unfurls in the sunny sky, a promise of wealth and gloryto the young boy dreaming of belonging.
Does the war make the boy a man? Or, rather, does it make the man a boy, yearning for thewarmth of a mother’s unblemished hands?
Jack looked up at the two-story house, a dead ringer for the one he grew up in. The paint was faded…
The Magic from the Magic Circle
By Joe Gordon
When I was ten years old, I decided that I was going to be a Harlem Globetrotter. That was a strange ambition for a smallish, ten-year-old white kid from a little farming community in northern Kansas in the 1950s, who had never seen a black man in person.
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