The warning of incoming nuclear annihilation arrived while Maggie was still in the shower. Her phone vibrated three times on the bathroom counter, with the same nonchalant buzz that signaled a text message or an email. She couldn’t hear it though. The buzzing was lost under the…
It was the summer Becca crash landed in the neighborhood that everything started change. All at once, the creek running the length of the cul-de-sac was…
She lived in the house at the end of the cul-de-sac, the one with the three-car garage and the sycamore tree at the corner of the yard. She wore…
She was alive in America as the end began. She was only a child then. Her days were spent in classrooms, where the teachers didn’t talk about the food…
Phoebe was ten years old the first time her father ran away from home. It was the Sunday after he’d given a sermon on the parable of the lost sheep. She…
She was just a college kid padding a resume, but in his memory, she was much more. There was a mixtape tattoo on her right forearm because she lived and…
There are Christmas songs on the radio, but the snow lining the median is a sick grey color. We’re ghosts and we glide down the highway, lit only by the…
He tells me to smile, but I don’t. I’m too busy trying to figure out how to kill him. “Tell me a story,” I say as I lean against the headboard and light…
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Joshua Chamberlain