Long ago, before roads were carved into the mountains, the Kyrgyz lived close to the sky. They moved with their herds through the high valleys, spoke softly to the rivers, and believed the wind ... [+]
Long ago, before roads were carved into the mountains, the Kyrgyz lived close to the sky. They moved with their herds through the high valleys, spoke softly to the rivers, and believed the wind ... [+]
Maxien charges ahead, knuckles stretching his skin to the edge, aimed towards the King of the planet. He has had enough of his rules. The punishment. The control. This was inevitable, the day Maxien ... [+]
As a child, I remembered the face of my imaginary friend better than that of my own father. Unlike my father, my imaginary friend was a continuous presence. As a child, he seemed, to me, a giant with ... [+]
I remember the exact moment I woke up. The sway of the ship, familiar and calm, rocked my hammock without anything heeding it. Whatever storm we saw in the distance must have blown over without a ... [+]
It was a long time ago when a young wife and her husband moved into a quiet neighborhood that was on the edge of a small town. Everything was new to her. A fresh smell of new beginnings. Every ... [+]
MCE stretches endlessly before me, and somewhere between the rushing traffic and Marina Bay's glittering towers, my kopi-C grows cold.The sun bleeds orange into the water the same colors that seem to ... [+]
She shows up on his campus exactly one week after he tells her, hushed despite the fact that no one's around and they're on a phone call, that he's been thinking about killing himself. That he doesn't ... [+]
Recipe for Tamales Step 1: Gather the following: Ingredients: Materials: -masa mix -your grandmother's tortillador -chicken breast ... [+]
"The All Inn is the only all-in-one inn for one and all! You can find it all in the all inn! Let's get you checked in!" Myles waved politely back at the concierge behind the counter. It ... [+]
Hallow Creek lies before me, my hometown wearing a stranger's weather. Water licks my ankles. A black owl drops onto a lamppost and clicks its beak. "My name is Lancelot. You don't belong here," it ... [+]
Let's get one thing straight, okay? I didn't expect working for supervillains to be glamorous. I didn't expect it to be pleasant. Hell, if we're being honest? I expected it to be awful. To be ... [+]
"How does it feel, fighting for a cause painted in rose and rot?" Days have passed since my battle with the self-proclaimed God of War in prison, yet his words won't leave me. They tattooed ... [+]
I've had a dream of moving out for three years. It started as just a wish—I looked at my eyes in the mirror and told the man looking back that I was going to leave this place and never look back ... [+]