grab and go
*My YA novel, NO LOVE SONGS, hits shelves on April 18! Here's a scene with Myles and Mal, two thirds of the punk band, The Wide Awakes, getting sidetracked while working on a song together. We hit the trails along the back end of the park, hiking down to the ledge, where the rocks sit... Continue Reading →
The last thing I want to do is fight Carlos Kemp. But after he challenged me in the cafeteria, right in front of Lisa Crosby and everyone else in school, what choice did I have? Now, if I don’t show my face at the roller rink, everyone will think I’m a coward.Besides, I might as... Continue Reading →
*This is a longer piece, maybe the opening chapter to something I'm working on. Please excuse typo's and errors. -- The crowd went nuts as we stormed the field at Park Stadium. It was a perfect night for football, clear and crisp with trails of smoke from the cannons in the north endzone. We... Continue Reading →
I’m outside after the show. Some kids scatter down the sidewalks of the old lower basin, where all the warehouses sit like tombstones. Cigarettes, mohawks, we’ve played the old shoe factory before, and I love it because of the sound, but the river smells like week old fish sticks. “Hey,” Zach calls out, opening the... Continue Reading →
Lily thinks my dream girl is a total snob. She says Madison Prewitt doesn’t even know I exist, which is not true. Sure, I may only exist in Madison's world the way a piece of furniture exists in a room, albeit one that's been set aside, in the corner, perhaps an old chair with an... Continue Reading →
“Think about what you’re doing, Lilith.” “It’s all I’ve thought about, Mom.” “You’re throwing everything away. Everything your father and I have worked for.” “What my father has worked for. Mom, I’ve never completed a service.” “You will, darling. It will come.” Mom turned, her robe billowing as she gazed out the windows, to the... 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 →
Lunch Break Fiction 