Son of Apollo
Yuri bowed his head before the statue, and placed a laurel wreath at its feet. He stood at the front of a line of young men, all of them with shaven faces and heads.
Read MoreNight Terrors
My family used to camp at the Minnesota State Fair every year. My grandparents would drive out to the fairgrounds in a camper, and meet us there. Half of us would sleep inside on beds, the other half would sleep outside in a tent.
Read MoreSmoke Break
Jamie leaned over the bartop.
“What?” she shouted.
“Two lemon drops,” said the woman, barely audible over the thrum and zazzle of the music.
Read MoreThe Waiting Room
“So, you’re Mr. Kincade?” asked Maxwell.
“I am, but you can call me Erik,” said a skinny wheelchair-bound man.
Read MoreNew Houses
I grew up in a three-story house in the suburbs of St. Paul. One street over, a neighbor had the same house as us, except it was mirrored.
Read MorePainting in Public
I am not a painter, but I can paint a little.
Read MoreReplete Terram, et Subjicite Eam
Ian surveyed the alien planet and breathed deep. His nostrils flared at the acrid smell of burning minerals and plant life. The ground beneath him smoldered.
Read MoreDirty Hands
There was an envelope on Phil’s desk, and a tan smudge ran along the top. Phil touched it with his pinky, and sniffed the residue.
Read MoreAn Accident
In two seconds, Nigel was dead.
Read MoreBeans and Lima
Recess was always chaotic, no matter which grade I was in. By sixth grade, I had little sympathy for the adults who served as recess monitors.
Read MoreThe Library Beyond
Mallory awoke beneath a willow tree. Her eyes flickered open, and the world around her came into focus.
Read MoreJudy and Irene
“Kevin’s house burned down yesterday. Did you hear?”
A spark illuminated Judy’s face, and she took a drag from a cigar.
Read MoreMy First Flash Mob
My bubble popped in 2012, but it didn’t deflate all at once.
When I started high school a year previous, I began helping out with the school plays, because I didn’t want to keep playing soccer.
Read MoreWaiting for a Cue
Starry-eyed Rose Tannenbaum paced beside a tangled nest of wires. Large speakers, battery packs, and heavy microphone stands lined the closet shelves.
Read MoreNew Wilderness
Dixie’s stomach rumbled. She was perched on a slender branch, fifteen feet above the ground.
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