I Miss the Stars – by Melissa Grace Reeve
In the summer, it’s not dark until well after he should be asleep in bed.
Read More I Miss the Stars – by Melissa Grace ReeveIn the summer, it’s not dark until well after he should be asleep in bed.
Read More I Miss the Stars – by Melissa Grace ReeveI arrive in a midnight storm bursting from an angry cloud
Read More When Will You Drink from Me Again? – by Valerie HickeyThe gorse bush, where my fingers were currently buried, jutted out from the slab with a brash confidence.
Read More Grit and Determination – by Alex ClareEventually, the trees end abruptly and you are at the lake, an expanse of white, bounded by trees and ice-encrusted granite.
Read More Ice Fishing – by Stephen Garrett“We saw you look,” the girls’ voices echo in my head as I run out of school, all the way home, panting and crying by the time I reach the front door and, “Boys don’t go to dances with fat girls,” my dad tells me.
Read More The Weight of My Own Voice – by Finnian BurnettListening to Morgan playing through her pieces, I began to feel that familiar jealousy creepy into my stomach.
Read More Don’t Be A Beethoven – by Allie GuildersonWhen I was fourteen—no, thirteen (gee, maybe even earlier?), the chronic pain began.
Read More Upstream – by Ramona EloiseTurning from the window to look at Mom and Dad, I watched as she zipped the last bag and he pulled the blankets up over the pillows in his sloppy man-version of making the bed. Mom was vibrating with anger. I had no idea why she was so upset, I was just thankful that her anger wasn’t aimed at me.
Read More God Loves The Sinner, But Not One Like Me – by Suann AmeroThere was no trailhead. Rather, I should say that if there was a trailhead, we couldn’t find it. I grabbed the metallic tube that my parents called a ‘torch’ to join Bill in the search. I flicked it on only to realize that, compared to Bill’s floodlight, my flashlight had the candlepower of, well, a candle.
Read More Little Cabin in the Woods – by Andrew ShaughnessyI climb the narrow staircase to the mow of my father’s barn, the wooden steps worn smooth by man. Thin, winter sunlight streams, like shards of glass through the cracks between the wallboards. My aged parents are away. My purpose here is to feed the cats, the only welcomed creatures of this barn. There are […]
Read More The Silent Barn – by Dawn Beecroft Teetzel