Where the Wild Things Were

I walk towards the exit, beneath the Homecoming decorations. Shoulders crash into me, feet tripping my steps. They call me ugly. Gross. A freak. On good days I’m ignored by the monsters. By teachers, by girls, hopefully by Tate Spiller. In the locker room, I dodge spitballs and wads of toilet paper thrown at my... Continue Reading →

Spring Cleaning

With Makala out of town, I managed an early start on my chore list. I finally got the grass cut, then I dragged all that spring-cleaning clutter out from the shed. And once I was on a roll, I even tackled those boxes of junk that had sat in the attic for years. I was... Continue Reading →

Treasured

I parked at the curb, where the high weeds and crab grass had nearly swallowed whole the FOR RENT sign in the yard. I grabbed the shovel from my trunk and tried my best to act casual. The small house looked mostly the same, the roof was now brown and the beige siding had taken... Continue Reading →

Pictures of You

The music doesn’t skip to a stop like it does in the movies. Although everyone does turn and gawk. I am, after all, a very gawk-worthy girl. Terrified eyes, covered mouths, close whispers. I hate them all. Vice Principal Moyers straightens, her smile vanishing as she sets her shoulders back. Her face wears the pain... Continue Reading →

Haunted

I got detention for walking out of class today. But it wasn’t my fault. It went like this: Mr. Peters was talking about Henry Rathbone, who, if you don’t know was the guy sitting next to President Lincoln in the theater when Lincoln was shot in the head by John Wilkes Booth. Anyway, this Rathbone... Continue Reading →

Whirlwind

Jack and Nadia collided into a Tom Waits song within the walls of the Charter Union Tavern in Mingo, Iowa. Jack, having crossed the border near Montreal, had left a trail of jealous husbands and angry bosses in his wake as he worked his way west, down New York to Pennsylvania then to West Virginia,... Continue Reading →

Cracked

I couldn’t believe she would show up like this, tapping on my door. Like I had nothing to do but sit at home and wait for her. Every night for the past eight months. Waiting. She was drunk, or close, her hair up in a lazy bun, curls dangling, spilling in a way Hollywood could... Continue Reading →

The Call

I was in my tree when the backdoor squeaked open. Mom plucked her cigarette into the yard. “Marcus.” “Yeah?” Her head followed my voice to the tree. Her eyes glistened. “Phone for you. It’s your, um, it’s your father honey.” My mom wasn’t one to get caught with emotions. She was fond of telling me... Continue Reading →

Dave and Devin’s Toxic Adventure

Devin reached for the oh crap handle, hanging on as I swung the Chevette into the Dairy Queen lot. The bald tires screamed, joining the chorus of Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love” rattling through the cheap door speakers. “This has to be it.” Devin nodded as he figured out the clue. “Ah, right. Bovine Royalty.”... Continue Reading →

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