My history teacher

MY HISTORY TEACHER I'm sitting in my history class, listening to Mr. Markusen droning on about events leading up to the Civil War. It's my first year here at the Clark School for Girls, a[…]

Continue reading …

The new boy

I live in a small cul-de-sac. One of the ones where everyone knows each other, all the kids are best friends, barbeques in the summer, those kinds. The road was a long road of just[…]

Continue reading …

Falling in, pt 3

Continued from "Falling In, pt 2" Jackie and I spent the rest of he morning lazing around the school doing the stupid shit teen kids usually do at school before it starts. Walking the halls,[…]

Continue reading …

Priscila's lesson

It was a warm sunny day outside, simply a perfect time to relax. Or so Priscila Jones had thought. She wasn't young anymore, not certainly, but she wasn't old either – she was in her[…]

Continue reading …

The endless alley

ONE As subway after subway sped by Ilana sat waiting, getting more and more impacient by the second. It was well past two, and they had agreed on two. Her fingers ached to dial his[…]

Continue reading …

Monica's birthday

I want to start out by saying that ALL of my stories are written for my best friend Monica. They all were specifically written for her and I'm now sharing them as she believes they're[…]

Continue reading …