Concerning Abigail
By • March 30, 2012
Ms. Bradford:
About thirty years ago, my family had a slave named Abigail. She was a sweet girl, but stern, and you could never ever …
Queerness of the Whole Damn Thing
By • March 23, 2012
Too easy. It was too easy. A ladder lead us to the roof; a quick kick sent it down and hid it in the …
Belgian Chocolate
By • February 17, 2012
Our teeth fall out because we don’t eat right, but that’s only when things go right. When things go bad your teeth hang on …
Not Seeking Sympathy
By • February 10, 2012
He isn’t seeking sympathy, why would he? He isn’t alone on Valentines Day. He is enjoying a glass of rum, and how many people …
Hollerin’ o’er the Hill
By • January 27, 2012
You can call me Buddy. Last name’s not important, ‘least not for this story anyway. First off, I liked workin’ at Percy’s farm because …
Then A Train Came
By • November 18, 2011
His eyes were emotionless, perhaps just confused or lost. His short, yellow hair was matted with sweat and swept to the side. His face …
My Halloween Story
By • October 28, 2011
It’s been fifty-seven years since I last went trick-or-treating. I was fourteen. My father accompanied me, as usual; to make sure I wasn’t kidnapped …
Take Life, Never Imagination
By • October 7, 2011
She caressed his cheek and he whimpered as he awoke on a sandy beach in the heat of summer. The lingering odor of her …
