The moon hangs low outside the window, scarred and haloed. She stares at me, dares me to confess the unspeakable. It’s almost tempting. I breathe. …
Let Her In or Let Her Go by F. MacKenzie
When writing calls, answer her immediately. Stop whatever you are doing. Drop your science notes, shut off your phone, draw the blinds closed, and lock …
Little White Dress by F. MacKenzie
She’s my best friend, my prom date (which was just really a dance in our high school gym), and the only girl who talked to …
Never Grow Up
You’re young and you’re grinning on a Christmas morning, though you just lost your tooth a night ago. You have no idea if it’s going …
We Were Liars by F. MacKenzie
We used to talk the way we breathe, without finding the need to search for the keys Oftentimes I catch myself rummaging through my pockets, …