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…
Justifiable Prevarication by Steven P. Arther
“The difference is, I lie for a reason,” said Lawrence Hardgrove, attorney at law. “It’s my job.”…
Lessons from an Infant by Steven P. Arthur
She could’ve easily been mistaken for being asleep, but I knew she wasn’t. Ambulances and paramedics don’t get called for sleeping babies.…