I wouldn’t wash her handprint off the window for some time. When she came back, I wanted to see how much she had changed.
Shane Olivieri bookmarks e-books but remembers the page he’s on in a paperback.
There we were, young and reckless, on your parent’s front lawn. Now, we’re 18, with a two-year-old and, somehow, I regret nothing.
Nicholas Powell is a writer located somewhere in America.
There I was, listening to breakup songs halfway before the end.
Kristy Lin designs jewelry.
on a card written in crayon:
dear daddy,
im sorry for hurting u. lets make up and not yell anymore.
love,
mommy
Cynthia Day is an amateur who writes more software than anything else.