SHORT STORIES

After my gramma’s death, I feel comfort in the fog surrounding my wooden porch. The haze entwines the trees and sinks into the mountains, looking thicker than usual. As my gramma’s stitched quilt sits heavy…

Swimming.  Barbecues.  A giant doll erupting in flames while dancing around in a circle as spectators cheer her on. It’s summer in the small village of Lowellville, Ohio! Each year in the middle of July,…

The plop of a frog hopping into the stagnant river echoed between Adrianna and Daryl. Adrianna watched the sun set over the water, making the fantastical shimmer of the river grow dull. Lightning bugs were…