Stories

Every time you make a choice it creates a different reality, another you. 100 miles out of Tennessee and 20 […]

The Color of Lifeline The sun blazed its merciless fire, an unforgiving force of destruction. The grasslands, once abundant and

Eugénie never liked quiet. Not the kind that came after a funeral, or the kind that slipped into the room

This story contains themes or mentions of substance abuse. “I got the thing a ma jig?” Derrick Sampson blurted out,

“Hi, my name is Richard, but everyone calls me Ricky—I’m six and a half.” “Hi Ricky! I’m Jimmy. I’m six,