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Just as Jessica dropped off her last drunk of the evening, silently cursing the college debt and lack of full-time work with Channel Five that forced …

I. She awoke with a jolt, reaching for the red journal her therapist had encouraged her to keep. As she opened it, she reached for a pen, filling in t…

Dessie came in first from recess and woke up Ms. Clemson, and she smiled and got her eyelids half-open and asked where they were at in social studies.…

Detective Llewellyn Fox first saw Amira by chance, when he went to Coven with Tim Small to check out Jimi Pugh, a dealer Tim had been watching. Tim th…

He sat on the park bench covered in dirt and ash. A light, late spring rain shower began to streak the dirt on his arms.  People stared at him as the…

Crimson.  That’s the color I think of when I remember that night.  It’s what I see every night when I close my eyes.  It’s not just the color…

Frank’s least favorite part, by far, of buying a home. This strange, pervasive social contract insisting the space in his house would be used the sa…

Any hopes I’d had of a peaceful morning of work that day evaporated the instant I opened my email and saw the single word in the subject line. Irela…

Mary told me about the doll on Tuesday. I told her she was nuts. We had met for one of our lunch outs after she stuffed her six year old daughter into…

It was late afternoon and Photine Antos Young thought it was time to call her dog back from his romp in the wet field, when she spotted the shape walk…