I normally don't like short stories. I know it's an unfair generalization to make - there are plenty of good short stories in the world. I just don't like getting pulled in to care about characters only to have the whole thing end a few pages later. Despite my dislike, once in a while I'll make a...
Truman clasped his hands behind the back of his neck and stared straight ahead. “No offense, but your cousin’s kind of a dick. Your sister though, she’s—” He shook his head, trying to find the words for what Myra was. “Holy shit.” Daphne stared out at the moving skyline. “I know.” Her voice was d...
He’d kissed me in the field, and walking home, and then again on Myloria’s porch, and one last time as I was letting myself into the house. I caught myself going over it again and again, till I had to stop for fear of wearing out the memory before I was done with it. ...
The sunlight makes a crisp yellow square on the wall. I’m lying there with my chin on the edge of the mattress and my pillow wadded up under me when Ariel comes tiptoeing in, holding her hands behind her back. “I have something for you.” I roll over...
I rake the leaves, do the dishes and the grocery shopping. Laundry, homework, disappearing act. Whatever needs doing. I don’t sleep in the middle of the bed anymore on the chance Waverly might appear out of the dark and get in next to me. I wake myself up reaching for her. When I roll over, there...
Or at least, it made things easier to keep telling myself that. It wasn't a date because I was meeting Alice there. But it was something, because I'd made actual plans to meet her, like normal people go to parties and make plans with girls. Roswell was still intent on hooking up with Stephanie, b...