Fiction

Tuesday, 6:49 am “Good morning, this is Sadie Summers from Channel 6 news. I’m here in the studio today joined by–” Sadie’s bubbly voice is cut short as my mom clicks off the small television…

Something Awful on Nevada 164 Nevada 164 was a miserable thing, even before the bombs fell. The narrow strip of road cut through the Mojave Wastes, connecting the paltry town of Searchlight in the east…

The Scripts of the Ancients “The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.”-H.P. Lovecraft, “The Call of Cthulhu” I. When I first…

That’s Where You Go Early morning. Crisp autumn of the schoolyard. Beginning of the school day. Donna’s father crouches. Squatting he points. To guide Donna. Long high wall. Blocking October sun. In front of the…

She Rode Her Bike in Circles Lizzie’s first kiss happened in her mom’s white minivan, in the rain, driving home from the Blue Lagoon. “Hey,” Dylan said, sliding into the passenger seat. “Sorry.” “You’re soaked,”…