Toolbox by J. Link

This garage is my world. Even in the dark, my nine-year-old mind knows where everything lives.…

Three Musketeers by Garen Zakarian

I love the Three Musketeers. Not those of whom Dumas wrote, the other ones, wrapped in shiny foil. Last I tasted one was about…

To Love Thy Brother by Jasper Jones

Hawk squeezes the trigger. Bang! Flame bursts from the tip of the .38 special. A bullet pierces Quincy’s skull, scattering his thoughts on the…

White Shadow by Jesse Gonzales

Who ever thought I’d be a cop? I’m driving down Arizona Avenue, letting my fingers caress the wind. Crazy! I come from these same…

Counting Bricks by Jesse Gonzales

Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine……

Chance by Jake Wideman

I’m standing in the city bus, holding onto an overhead bar to keep my balance (too tall, really, for the straps), my stop just…

Strawberry Popsicle Suicide by William Cannon

Seven-ten a.m., July. I walk the sidewalk to the bus stop. The dead cat stinks. He’s been on the curb by our bus stop…

Spidey Zack by William Cannon

This is a story I writed for grade 5 fiction story class. It’s called—Spidey Zack.…

A Saudi Car Bomb by William Cannon

Mom said I could come out and wait in the car. Actually, it’s a new Lincoln Navigator. It’s really tight. We’re at Walmart. My…

Separation Anxieties by Steven P. Arthur

We were inseparable. At least that’s what the doctors in three different children’s hospitals, across the nation, said. My sister and I were born…
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