When I am frightened, I go to the corner of the room by the floor lamp and chew my thumbnail. The movement of my teeth eases the danger; I know that no one will dare to hurt me when they see how fierce I am. Some of my teeth are missing,... (more »)
When Grandpa died, he didn’t look like he was sleeping. He looked like he was dead.
It was Wednesday, August 16th. I remember because I circled it in purple Sharpie on my calendar. I don’t think Wednesdays are good days for... (more »)
The Seattle morning was fresh, tinged with oncoming summer warmth, and the sky was lightening as the plane readied for ascent. Linda had an olive green backpack filled with plane survival items, including but not limited to snacks and a... (more »)
I hate September.
I mean, it’s pretty the way warm colors melt into each other on fallen leaves, and I like the swift breeze of autumn. But in the South, September means football, and I hate football.
We have five reserved seats... (more »)
They said the house was haunted. That you could hear the screams of a little girl every night and the haunted laughter of a murderous man. You could feel the fear, they had told me. And I believed them. I wanted to go to this house. I wanted to... (more »)
It's hard to be the perfect girl who's popular and pretty. The kind of girl who's good at everything and has no flaws.
I had always admired Oliva. She was the most popular girl in school. Everyone... (more »)
I don’t know what you remember about me, I don’t know if you remember me, You don’t have any reason to remember me, we never talked, you never even knew my name. I didn’t even know your names but sometimes I would watch... (more »)
“How do you like it?”
The teenage boy smirked at him, shaking an empty can of spray paint. Blue. Like the colour of his pictures, painted on concrete canvases, breathing life and sprouting all over the city. Luther... (more »)
One day there was a young woman in her early 20's and she had a daughter. Anisha Marie, she named her. Everyday before work she would take anisha to school. And pick her up after. Well that night after putting her daughter to bed, she... (more »)
Life goes by in a blur now; everything numb to my senses and feelings. I guess this is what being lost feels like. Of course I’m lost. What are you supposed to do when your big brother is murdered by one of your classmates? It’s... (more »)
The lights below twinkled in the blue-black night like stars. My head spun from giddiness at being so high up, and my stomach seemed to float up to my chest. I grabbed the railing to steady myself, unable to take my eyes off the gorgeously... (more »)
My mother died because she needed to.
It was in our bloodline, our tradition. A human tradition. She bore parasites under her skin, fed them and raised them better than she did her own daughter, loved and hated them more than she... (more »)
Every time I see your face the feeling come back. Happiness and contentment, but also pain and sadness. A longing for what once was, and a resentment for the present. I can't staunch the flow, can't turn it off. They work their way into my... (more »)
I grew up with Lily. We swam in my pool together, passing my inflatable tube back and forth and snorting chlorine bubbles. She taught me how to swim. “All you have to do is move your head from side to down, side to down,” she said. She... (more »)
As I came back from the museum few hours ago I saw the peaceful meadow of her yard. It’s ironic that land is dead beyond her house. Many people coveted the land behind her house for industrial uses, so over the years they built a baseball... (more »)