Jake Thomasson pulled the sleeve of his sweatshirt down, covering his hand, and wiped away the condensation from the window.Β  It was the third time he had done this in the past ten minutes, but he didn’t want to miss seeing if any cars drove...

β€œFuck you!” Nathan Keene screamed at his grandmother. Her quivering lip stiffened and sucked in a gasp. The widening sclera of her aged vision looked as though they’d pop out of her skull. With all the strength his little hands could summon, Nathan slammed the...

Heather was at her friend Jenny’s house one afternoon.Β  It was just after school and Jenny’s parents hadn’t arrived home from work yet.Β  It was just the two of them, and they were engrossed in a board game. Heather was having a good time, except they...

β€œThe year is nineteen-ninety-nine.” That sentence brings me back to my senior kindergarten class when I was five years old, where we used to read out the date on the blackboard every single day. The year 1999 exists as a stain in my mind, however, as...

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