These stories are about a dystopia set in Alaska in the near future where corporate word is law. One is from the perspective of a cynical but well-paid corporate mercenary, and the other the musings of...
He fled from everything. He fled from who he was, who he'd been, who he'd known. And who, he feared, he might soon meet.
Most of all, he fled from the true King of the Painted Hills, whose throne and...
With Jason on the couch munching on some cavity-inducing cereal, and a bowl of leftover macaroni and cheese in front of him as well, I let myself rest for a second. I think about how Theo waited for us...
Back in junior high, I finished reading every single book I started. Even if I wanted to throw the book against the wall out of frustration, I forced myself to push through and read the whole story up...
Suddenly more awake, I sit up. “What do you mean, someone took her?” I try to think of an optimistic spin. “Like on a date?”
“No, stupid, like kidnapping.” His voice is drenched in sarcasm,...
Theo doesn’t say anything, but he manages to look everywhere but at me.
“Are you serious?” I say, and snatch the empty bowl out of his hands. Not wanting to look at him, I run away to my kitchen...
Opening my cupboards, I look through them. It’s a little sparse, and I feel like eating cereal for dinner in front of my brother is a bad idea. He’d just report back to mom and I’ll get all kinds...
We pull into the apartment complex parking lot, and I can’t help but notice that he frowns a little as he looks out the window. I know Sunny Hills Apartments doesn’t live up to its name, but it’s...
If you haven't read part one, read it here.
As I pack up my things, the mother comes up to me. If the smile on her face is any indication, I think I’m going to get a groovy tip.
“All the children...
When I was four, I could create sparks of magic to play with. When my brother was four, he levitated the babysitter up and out of the house. When I was nine, I pulled my first rabbit out of a baseball...