By: Todd Mercer Yes, I do live in my helicopter. Let me address that right off. People sure enjoy being judgemental about that situation. Nobody understands how it happened, but they have plenty of thoughts to share about it anyway….
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg My home was littered with cats. There was Susan, Fluffy, Marigold, Tucker, Arwen, Denny, Nearly Spotted, Tito, Moonshadow, and Larry. Except, Tito had gone missing. I frowned as I scratched a mosquito bite on my right…
By: Tim Boiteau While waiting in her unfinished kitchen for the coffee to percolate, Anna Debeer’s eyes tracked across the peeling corn-colored laminate countertop, over all the cardboard boxes brimming with gadgets and mugs and spices, when the dream she’d…
By: Duane L Herrmann “How can we find people?” Tom asked. “We don’t have the key.” “But, we have the elements of the key, and you know them,” Sarah replied. “What do you mean?” “We have…
By John D. Coville “Wow, look at that,” Nick’s father said. “Never noticed it before.” The Long Island Press distribution office was in a dilapidated one-room brick building in the center of town. Each Saturday afternoon the delivery boys would…
By: May Crain Time is a peculiarity, a dungeon, an acquaintance, its strange captivity at once generous and ungratefully distant. It passes through long winding roads, each road more altered than the last one. Will the following road be gravelly,…
By: Carl Papa Palmer Dad, are you on the website? No, I’m on the telephone with you, Son.I know that. Do you have the website up on your laptop?Oh. Yes. I think so. It says, ‘Verify your identity.’ Good! Click…
By: ALI Hasnain The elevator in the Marlowe Building had buttons for twenty-three floors and one blank brass circle beneath them. Nobody mentioned the circle during Adrian’s first week at the records office. By his second week, he had learned…
By: Prin Sairungsri The house had forty-two boys that term. They were loud in the afternoon and quiet at night. Study hall at seven. Lights out at eleven. The proctor walked with a flashlight and checked the knobs of the…
By: Christopher Johnson To Ulee Newman, his grandmother’s Victorian house was a place of comfort and safety and marvels and magic, all in one. Grandmother Hanson, her name was—his father’s mother, and she lived about a mile from his house—or,…