It was Yolkov who bought Hanna's ticket on the overnight flight from Warsaw to JFK. Hair streaked with gray, she wore the blue dress purchased on sale for eighteen dollars. "Better to fly later and ... [+]
It was Yolkov who bought Hanna's ticket on the overnight flight from Warsaw to JFK. Hair streaked with gray, she wore the blue dress purchased on sale for eighteen dollars. "Better to fly later and ... [+]
The house takes a day to dismantle. Goodwill gets the furniture. Meghan sets a ground rule for the rest: George is allowed three seconds to decide where each thing should go: in the car (to be driven ... [+]
In the springtime, after the clouds of winter and before the storms of summer, when the skies were clear and the waters still, Abel went star-catching. The other villagers thought him daft, of course ... [+]
Joseph
it can't be
"Will you sacrifice?"
This isn't real. I'd never let it happen.
I sit cross-legged in a meadow of four colors and all around me blue. Grass grows from my thighs and
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Josh is gone, but I see him everywhere. Even now, it's his reflection I see in the puddle as the storm brings me back to reality. I shiver. Seems I'm always cold these days. I need to get my shit ... [+]
momofgale: My husband left us, and now my 12-year-old daughter is depressed. How can I help her? Top Answer: 15 upvotes 2 downyvotes cityyouthcounselor: Your daughter is grieving and likely feels ... [+]
The old woman opened her eyes, blinked a few times, and sat up in bed. She turned this way and that, peering at the objects in the small room: a low, narrow bed with fairytale figures carved in the ... [+]
A cornucopia of color. A litany of light. That's what I could count on come December. It had even spiraled into a competition amongst my neighbors, each house trying to one-up the next. But as far as ... [+]
I couldn't believe it. "10,000 Kroners! That's outrageous!" I was deep in the Troms region of Norway on the Nordost Road. I had been for a while. At the moment, I was trying to cross the ... [+]
I had to have it. It waited for me in the night as I summoned courage. Soon, it would be my trophy. The scarecrow stood, a stark silhouette against the light from a rear window, guarding ... [+]
Every time I walked by the house it haunted me. The run-down brick house at the top of a hill, window frames rotting, trim crusted with flaked paint. It showed no evidence of life, no evidence of ... [+]
Georgia lies in bed, eyes closed, curled into a ball, listening to the soft tick-tick-tick from the clock in the living room as it counts down the minutes until morning. The minutes tick into hours ... [+]
Me and Petey didn't mean to break the world. Honest. We were just bored and looking to have a bit of fun. And you know, high school dropouts like us don't know anything about physics. Hell, we ... [+]
I am on a roller coaster which is click clacking up a steep incline. Lily, my eight-year-old granddaughter, is sitting next to me. "This is boring," she laments, gazing languidly over the side of ... [+]
I was just a kid when Dad bought the Four Pines Motel. He called it a "diamond in the rough," but I couldn't see much promise in the shabby building with the mint green paint peeling off the siding ... [+]
My uncle Gerry Karlsson was a storyteller—a great one. My cousins and I loved his stories and even loved the fact that they changed a bit—sometimes a lot—with each retelling. We'd all listen closely ... [+]