Fiction

  • Nine Lives

    If I had nine lives, I would spend the first one jumping from a tall mountain, the wind in my hair, and filling my lungs, the full feeling of freedom. After that, maybe I'd find peace and wouldn’t fear the mountains.

  • Hometown Christmas

    When we drove through my hometown for the first time, I asked her, "What do you see?"

    And she stared at the setting Ohio sun, at the too cold outside with not enough snow, at the streets I called home.

  • Photos Taken

    It’s late at night, she just needs to go for a walk. Living in Vermont means you could act crazy and everyone would just accept it. She’s walking along the dirt road, cool to her bare feet. Shoes ruin the experience.

  • pink

    the day he was new was the day i made a new friend.

    he was my height, my age, and had pretty eyes. he was nice and sat next to me. his name was Pierce. like his piercing eyes, or piercing smile.

  • Togetherness

    He sits 6 feet behind the sideline, wondering how the sport in front of him works. The whistle was blown and he felt a sense of togetherness. Teammates were lined up across the bench sticking out on each end by at least 3 people.

  • Jar's Monograph

    When I rose my eyes burned. It wasn't a sudden pain; more slow and consistent. As if it knew why it was there and it had no intention of leaving. It knew my eyes were safe and that I couldn’t help it.