ON THE RUN by Victoria Rowse
ON THE RUNby Victoria Rowse
It was a regular day I got home about noon when I noticed the previously empty house was now alive with activity, I looked through my kitchen window to see...
FINDING HER by Bianca Bonilla
FINDING HERby Bianca Bonilla
When I went to check the time, I got an incoming call from my sister. Right from when I
picked up the phone, I thought I was going to go deaf. Emily...
HUNTER AND HUNTED by Judy Bee and Antaeus
HUNTER AND HUNTEDby Judy Bee and Antaeus
Dudleyville, Arizona, population 959The blond-haired young man, whose mother called him "Angel Face," clutched the knife tightly as he stalked me through the woods. We'd been runnin' for...
THE WOMAN by Christopher Carroll
THE WOMANby Christopher Carroll
Todd climbed into his car after leaving the bar. The sky fell out from underneath, as the wind pressed up against the car. It sounded like a bullet train was passing...
THE RUN by Stan Dryer
THE RUNby Stan Dryer
Harry Staunten had travelled far in Thatchford. He had run its broad streets in springtime, between the ample lawns bright with blooming shrubs. He had lapped the track at Langley Park...
MADELINE, LYDIA, AND THE STRAUSSIAN RAINFALL IN ANNAPOLIS
MADELINE, LYDIA, AND THE STRAUSSIAN RAINFALL IN ANNAPOLISby Matilda Zhao
It was a freezing morning. I skipped my morning class. My Jewish culture and family history professor would be mad at me, I know. But...
GOOD MORNING by Samuel Stone
GOOD MORNINGby Samuel Stone
The unmistakable foreignness of the body is the first thing that occurs to me. It’s the first thing to really occur to me this day, since I’ve only just woken up,...
FLAMENCO FOR BEGINNERS by Anita Haas
FLAMENCO FOR BEGINNERS by Anita Haas
Peggy splashed water on her face and left the ladies’ room. The dry heat of late June in Madrid had made her feel faint. Wooden floors groaned under her step,...
ROLEPLAYING by Matt Gillick
ROLEPLAYINGby Matt Gillick
The man got in the truck after the driver made the point that he shouldn’t be out in the open when the fog rolled in. They were driving now. The passenger’s name...
MOLLY PITCHER by Daniel Picker
MOLLY PITCHERby Daniel Picker
IThe early spring sun shone brightly outside the kitchen windows as our mom stood over the griddle on the stove in the kitchen, making us French Toast, my favorite. She then...