G is for Prank

G is for Prank I opened the shed and saw ropes hanging from my bike. Garlic. Of course. Tabitha started it by putting an artichoke on my homeroom chair. My revenge was a liquidly-ripe banana in her pencil case. She stuffed cotton candy in my gym shoes a week later. After that, the pattern was…

The Greens Shall Inherit the Earth

I swear that I didn’t intend to write on a similar theme as my last post: The Birth of Dandelions, written by Kazakhstani writer Anel Fuller. But when you sit down to write and a story pops out, that’s what you get. The Greens Shall Inherit the Earth We were assigned four plots, so we…

Letter Hats

Letter Hats Culture is unusual. People in other countries might look the same, but they do things you wouldn’t expect. Like a stop sign I saw with ARRET on it, but with a little hat on the “e”. I asked Camden, the neighborhood Google. “History,” he said. “They started dropping the “s” from words and…

The Neighbor We Love to Hate

The Neighbor We Love to Hate The two women watched the old man lounging in his front yard amid heaps of dirty snow. “Why won’t he leave?” one said. “He’s hurting property values.” “Right? Do you know he destroyed all my flowers last night?” “You sure?” “Who else would it be?” “He should retire to…

Typical First Date

Typical First Date The moon sparkled off the pond like the flash of a thousand smiles. It made me nervous, like a crowd was watching me. I pushed the box into the river and watched it bob away. Everything was inside: the bloody knife, the drop sheets, and the towel I used to clean up….

King for a Day

King for a Day The whole country watched the television and held their breath. People at work or who were driving just listened to the radio, but they still held their breath. The first King for a Day was about to be announced. The problem had been that no one cared about politics anymore. In…

The First Artist’s Mom

The First Artist’s Mom Aerth was down by the stream when he heard his mother scream. He thought maybe a bear had wandered into the cave again until he ran in to see her looking at the wall. “Again?” she said. “I thought you had stopped drawing on the walls when you were a baby?”…