July 15, 2018 The Master Puppeteer *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used…
July 8, 2018 Cracked *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used…
July 1, 2018 Arbitrarily *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used…
June 27, 2018 Subways and Spaghetti If you haven’t, be sure to read “Skyscrapers and Juice Boxes” for the beginning of this story. *This is a work of fiction. Names,…
June 24, 2018 Linda La Jirafa *This is a work of fiction, based upon current events. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.* Four days ago, my little family–Mamá, Papá, Abuela, Abuelo’s cigars, and I–were pushed into a white van in the middle of the night. Everyone was shouting about tents, the government, and something called deportation. I didn’t understand…
June 16, 2018 Skyscrapers and Juice Boxes *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used…
June 13, 2018 Denouement As the sun went down on the Steel City, a girl dangled her legs off a small foot bridge. In her right hand she held a clear unlabeled bottle of liquor and in her left hand, she held her small black studded clutch. Mascara was smudged around her eyes. Some stained tissues left a little trail of the most recent events around her. Footsteps approached her. She did her best to wipe her eyes.
May 23, 2018 Charles, the Londoner There was one man who stood out in my mind out of all my early travels as a child: Charles, the cab driver. He…
May 20, 2018 Press Play Two years ago, I sat in my sophomore English class, half of the time doodling on my page as Mr. Olson would go on and on about Death of a Salesman. He asked us what kind of people the Lomans were, about the symbols throughout the book, and then the big question arose: what does this tell us about the American dream? I’ll tell you what I think about it: it never existed.
May 16, 2018 From Ten to None “Marie, come look at this,” my younger brother said as he stepped on the stool and peered over the edge of the tank. Goldfish…
