grab and go
They called him Freddy Krueger, which, was not only mean but unoriginal. On the playground, the girls would creep up to him then go running off screaming at the top of their lungs. The boys would see him in the hallways, nudge each other, lean in close, staring at him like he was fine print.... Continue Reading →
The world is so full of life. It’s in the sky, underground, in the water and in our minds. It’s the crayfish in the creek, the morning sun caught in a silvery web, a gnat getting caught in my eye, his persistent buzzing in my ear. It's the red whelps down my legs. It’s a... Continue Reading →
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 →
They tortured that boy. Every day they came in, smacking his head and hurling insults that should've gotten their mama's arrested. And every day he just took his beating and then found a place against the wall to eat. He never said much, but that numb look on his face said it all. His clothes were a mess,... Continue Reading →
Lunch Break Fiction 