I picked up All the Bright Places toward the end of January 2015. I was over a month out from my birthday, weeks out from …
Driftwood by Emily Ward
Barnabus Croft would be lying if he said his bones weren’t made out of branches. Clean branches, like the ones that would wash ashore after …
Thursday’s Child by Emily Ward
Monday. Badly brewed tea and a scone I should’ve eaten by last Thursday. My boss tells me I’m drifting. I smile, or try to, until …
Monday by Briana Harley
“It’s the end of the week, you wave goodbye and say, ‘Okay, see you Monday.’ But you don’t see them again.”
Company by Megan Falley
I don’t tell them about the time you were supposed to pick me up from school or the payphone or the answering machine or how …