Jonathan Crackers dances down our street in an old, patched jacket, singing a song that only he understands, talking to people who aren’t quite there. He’s dressed in purple from head to toe. “An eggplant,” says Jamie who lives down… Continue Reading
I gasp at the sound of my brother’s voice. Everything changed after he went missing. Dad died from grief and Mom shriveled into herself. Tommy went to law school and stayed gone, Kate ran wild with men and drugs, and… Continue Reading
My sister Kathy piles eggs onto a slice of toast and takes a bite. When she’s finished chewing, she drinks some juice, and looks over the rim of her glass at me while she does so. After she sets it… Continue Reading
That winter day my brother and I stomped through the snow for sandwiches was notable for several reasons, but for me it’s when I started to look over my shoulder, a tic I carried with me throughout my life. At… Continue Reading
They put their hands on Mitra’s shoulder and told her everything will be alright. Her grandmother, who she hadn’t seen for some years now, broke down when she saw her, holding both her hands and crying into them. Her friends… Continue Reading
Swinging Statues was a game our older cousin Ella taught us. “I’ll show you how to play,” she said, gripping us by both hands and spinning us laughing, teetering, dizzily around and around and then letting us go. On the… Continue Reading
“Laurel! How many times have I told you!” I swipe the locket off the table and bang open the bathroom door, yelling to be heard over the running shower. “You never take it off. Never!” “Just while I’m—” “Even in… Continue Reading
Some days it seems like it’s been years. Some days I think she’ll be right back. I get to crying, and can’t stop. It’s not like me. I know she would want me to look out for David, so that’s… Continue Reading
Dominion, standing next to the cold, ashen gravestone, was radiant. His dark eyes emanated peace beyond words. “I want to go back,” I said. I could hear the wind, snaking its way through the trees. “The outcome could worsen if… Continue Reading
The garden was devastated. Two tall, young faeries had been bickering, and it had turned physical: not pushes and punches, but flames and funnel clouds. Only the castle wall had withstood the elemental forces. “This is YOUR fault,” the blue-eyed… Continue Reading