I watch how his cigarette smoke scribbles letters in the air, enchanted. “Where did you learn that?” I ask. His face is dreamy but not …
Luna by F. MacKenzie
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. …
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, …