Fiction and Travel.
Someone walked through the door. I looked up—I looked up whenever anyone came in. Nervous habit. She had a backpack full of books and she was wearing a black t-shirt that said “Campus Security” in bold, white letters. She had a coffee in one hand and a sub sandwich in the other. I was pretty... Continue Reading →
The ultra-hero scene…well, it was never perfect, but it was good, you know? It was home. You fit there. You weren’t famous or targeted; you were just the kid of the friend who, by association, got adopted by all his parents’ friend. It’s Luis! Hey Luis! Whatcha been working on, buddy? Been helping mom in... Continue Reading →
The door to the shop slid open. I looked up from my work, quickly tucking my blueprints away. Lars stood in the doorway for a moment, illuminated against the darkness by the light inside the shop. “Here late again, are you?” he said. I nodded. “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep so I figured I’d get some... Continue Reading →
The vision knocked the wind out of her, but then again, they always did. They sent her reeling backwards and she grabbed for something to hold onto so she wouldn’t slip. She knocked a row of shampoo bottles off the ledge. Like clockwork, Tawnee knocked on the bathroom door. “Jane?” “Yeah?” “You okay? Did you... Continue Reading →
“Sorry for asking—“ My heart sped. Pupils dilating, stomach in knots, the whole shebang. “Sorry for asking” was never a good start to a sentence. And she was hesitating. Also not good. I wished she’d hurry up and finish her question, so I could decide which lie to tell her. “—but, well, you’re a guy,... Continue Reading →
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