There was no sunlight that day, and flowers with banners naming the giver had no aroma. The Godfather theme music played in Maria’s head while a cast of characters, like sepia photos in he... [+]
There was no sunlight that day, and flowers with banners naming the giver had no aroma. The Godfather theme music played in Maria’s head while a cast of characters, like sepia photos in he... [+]
My friend Matty believed he could fly. “I have the cape and everything,” he told me one afternoon. We were playing knights and dragons in his backyard when he pointed to the roof.
“You... [+]
She danced naked in the rain, her palms upward to accept the droplets of moisture. Captivated by her own imagination, lost in a world of her own creation, a world where outsiders weren’t welcome... [+]
Henry Miller is waiting for his cue to go on stage. He is about to become Aiden Bennington, a condescending trust-fund brat. But before that, there is a moment in which he is neither himself, nor an... [+]
Billy got in touch. We must meet and soon. I have a secret to reveal that only you can understand – a true exquis. As if we hadn’t lost touch years ago.
The charge of his excitement ran... [+]
I met Sarkas at a club called Pose. Rolling on molly, eager to swallow the world, dancing with our hips and mouths pressed together before I even knew his name. Light ricocheted off sweat-slick skin... [+]
Laura balanced on a stool beneath the skylight, the sun’s warm pressure on her back. “Am I okay?” she asked her father.
“You’ll do.” He winked at her over the easel.
Downstairs, the... [+]
Seven-year-old Isabella Thompson pressed her hands into the cool, moist dirt of her grandfather's garden. She peeled away the surface like an old scab. Beneath, a reddish-brown earthworm squirmed... [+]
On the days I visited the care center, I’d walk past this used bookshop on a quiet sidestreet. There were these four books in the shop window that always caught my eye. Other books would come and... [+]