Kai had learned this first hand from years of hunting. Dragging a deer carcass through the woods was no picnic, but it was also fruitless. There was nowhere to…
It was her teacher’s ill-conceived attempt to inspire feelings of national pride among a classroom of sleepy fourth graders. Forget bringing words to the page—she could still hear the…
Squatting by the perennials in front of him, Miya fiddled with the dusty lockbox. It’d been hidden in the false bottom of a large planter bed some paranoid fuck…
A crotchety old woman with a bad hip, she spent every morning creaking across the kitchen floor while Kai tried—and failed—to sleep. He thought she looked about ready to…
Every little girl and boy born to the tribe was affectionately referred to as ‘little snow-walker’—a term of endearment often used to describe the way they would scramble through…
She thought it seemed much like blood without the viscosity and colour, then vaguely wondered if there was something wrong with her to enjoy inflicting violence on a fruit…or…
Kai sat down on the torn, faux-leather stool and placed his elbows on the bar. He leaned forward and stared at the space between his hands, anxious about drawing…