A New Kind of Literary Pulse

I remember being a little girl going to the department store with my mom; all the girls' clothing was as expected: frilly and pink, embroidered with butterflies, usually itchy and always sparkly ...  [+]

I was sixteen years old the first time a man told me that I was pretty enough to be a server.
I was just a host, but a good one. One of the best, which isn't even bragging, because being a host ...  [+]

Who knows how the rumor started?

The whistle shrieks. "Out," Armena Mint, Four Square Captain, declares.

Maybe some boy made it up—you know how they are.

"What? How? The ball ...  [+]