“You comin’, Dawson?” The hallway is loud with the sounds of students jostling backpacks as they head out of the room, the heavy door ban...

You bleed dark crimson. Your blood has stained my hands. They’ve whisked you away to stitch the gaping hole in your side, but they leave ...

Seemed like the worst of the storm had passed. Janelle had been sitting on the couch for nearly a half hour. With the power out, she had ...

Shandy wears her unruly red curls in a messy braid down her back. It stops a few inches above her waistline. She’s not wearing a belt, an...

I’m a writer. I’ve been a writer since I was in fifth grader. Tried not to be—I went to college and majored in Political Science and mino...