Ka-Ek pushed through the swinging doors of the tavern. His massive body that was clothed only in a loincloth glistened with afternoon sun. Weeper rested in the sheath on his back. Though Ka-Ek suspected there would be little trouble in… Continue Reading
The worst part of being grounded is the wind in your face. It mocks you: “You used to play in me, shooting through clouds, skimming over waves. Now you’re imprisoned, but I’m still free!” My folks locked the jetpack after… Continue Reading
He ran into the Oval Office in a mad craze. Much to the President’s surprise, he manically stumbled to the desk and cried, “Mr. President, Canada was just annihilated. It’s gone!” As he wept while cradled in a ball, the… Continue Reading
editorial by Camille Gooderham Campbell From the Editors The school year has ended, and summer is here. Crazy temperatures are being reported in some areas — we hope those of you in current hot spots are able to keep safe… Continue Reading
Listen to “No Arrests in 2039” by Suzanne Conboy-Hill, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Suzanne Conboy-Hill has been all sorts of things and expects to be all sorts of other things before she finally stops bothering everyone. She’s slowly racking… Continue Reading
The old crone licked the end of a thread, squinted through her rheumy eyes, and slipped the thread through a deep green needle’s eye. Sharp cedar smoke hung in the air, the fire making the princess’ shadow flicker and dance… Continue Reading
“Jacob, Julien, Esther…” Of all the things in all of the world that Marinette could do, her most favorite thing of all was to sit in the center of the patch of flowers behind her school at recess and name… Continue Reading
The view from the seventh floor is impressive. Tiny ants crawl over each other heading home from work, picking up their kids at daycare, or meeting spouses for dinner, no doubt. So average and mundane they are — so ordinary.… Continue Reading
Rick Sanderson’s resignation was spectacular. Ten years to the day since becoming a City trader, in the middle of a senior staff meeting arranged to discuss recent losses by the London office, he was asked how his team was going… Continue Reading
Al Whitaker thought he handled last night’s catastrophes pretty well. He only punched his office wall. It hurt like bloody hell when he broke his hand, but he didn’t need his hand to do this job. He needed Boyd Salazar… Continue Reading