She looked good in sundresses. But then again, what girl doesn’t? Z. was a woman of enormous appetites (for breakfast she took eggs Benedict with grapefruit and half a bottle of Gaston Chiquet) who lived in a garlanded townhome halfway… Continue Reading
Joey’s brave, I’m smart, and we’re leapfrogging pumpkins at midnight. Worse, a monster with a pitchfork is chasing us. We saw the bodies. He can’t let us get away. Hurdling a pumpkin patch, you need a good flashlight. My piece… Continue Reading
You don’t think about bad news right away when you see that golden spongy log in cellophane by your dinner plate. You don’t question the oddity or take any special note of the fact that we don’t eat Twinkies for… Continue Reading
Rich looked at the pill. It seemed far too small to do what it was supposed to. “Is it safe?” he asked. “Nothing is really safe,” said Derek. “If you don’t take risks, you might as well sit at home… Continue Reading
The wolf clambered across the roof of the brick house, wriggled into the chimney, fell and plunged into a cauldron of boiling water. The three pigs cheered, their beady eyes flashing within the deep recesses of their doughy faces, as… Continue Reading
“Faye Taylor!” “Yes?” “Someone bailed you out.” The policeman unlocked the holding cell and swung the door open. “What? How?” The cop jerked a thumb at the exit. “Talk to the officer out front.” “Um, thanks.” Faye wandered to the… Continue Reading
“I read minds,” I told the man across from me at the speed-dating table. He cocked his head skeptically. “I do. Literally. Think of a number.” He did and I read him. “Three-point-one-four-one-five-nine,” I said immediately. That was pi, an… Continue Reading
I’ll never forget the day. Winter was coming and you were on sale. Despite the approaching cold I couldn’t pass up such a bargain. At first, I was attracted by the famous logo on your chest, but it wasn’t long… Continue Reading
It became a matter of honor on Monday because my friend Jimmy had a thing for Lily and I said something not so complimentary about her in front of him. He pushed me back. I swung my bag at him.… Continue Reading
Emory ran the numbers and frowned: 20.1K Instagram followers, a 3.98 GPA, and zero boyfriends. How had she gone through four years of chemistry classes and emerged with only a handful of disastrous first dates? Picking up her glitter-encrusted phone,… Continue Reading