Gembira pushed away the twig of honeysuckle that had thwacked her in the face. She also pushed away her desire to turn back. She wanted to do this, and on some level, she needed to do this. Blinking her
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He glanced toward right field before stepping into the batter’s box, thinking more of Gloria than Babe Ruth. There she was, sitting on her front porch, just across the street from that short, wrought iron right-field fence, wearing that
Adam, Dave, Scott, and Thisero march through the immense jungle of grass, the withered gray and brown bodies towering over the four of them as they move together in single file. The amount of grass is so concentrated that
Beneath my surface, she lingered like a tumor, crawling on bruised knees along bones and ligaments. I threw myself down the stairs to dislodge her. Now she emerges – a tiny pink girl whose neck is purpling, swathed round
The heat stuck to my skin. But I felt cold, and my sweat was cold, too. After that feeling, I shivered to the core. If I look in the mirror, I will see the colours completely gone from my
You know you shouldn’t be here. But again, you can’t help yourself. You’ve lost track of how many days you’ve come to this place. At first you told yourself it was the shade; you just needed a minute out
“Can I be honest with you?” Olivia nodded at me. Her eyes were big and glassy, like a bug’s, behind her coke-bottle lenses. “This poem is… bad. I mean, don’t get me wrong. There’s potential, but if I were
“I want you to tell me what it is I can change so you’ll love me again.” I practiced that line laying in bed, staring at the blank ceiling. How come teenagers and perverts are the only people who
There was once an old caterpillar who lived on a leaf that grew from a basswood tree, and one morning, he woke up on the ground. He rolled over, clumps of dirt clung to his setae, and he quickly
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