She began putting her gear into the pack with careful precision. Every ounce counted. Her toothbrush was missing most of … More
Flannel: Short Story Part 3 of 4
I knew I had been adopted, this hadn’t been a secret. While my brothers and my sister looked like apples … More
Flannel: Short Story Part 1 of 4
His hands were rough and he smelled like dirt and rotten peaches at the end of every day. Gary Henderson … More
Point of View?
I struggle to make this decision. My hands automatically want to write in first person, as if I am telling … More