Stories from
April, 2012

The young woman stared at the older. Wrinkles cut her skin. Her eyes held little joy. The younger sighed and walked away from the mirror.

Kelly Kacee Martin should be cleaning right now.

The guerrillas concluded they could not eat their bullets, but their bullets could eat the villagers and the villagers had the food.

Ian Glass finds fiction and reality parallel each other more often than not.

No space left. They seek refuge in garbage bins and in cardboard box houses. The discussion is global warming, but they are still cold.

Guy Belleranti writes for both children and adults.