Caroline knew it wasn’t her best moment, and yes, she’d procrastinated, watching the clock tick past her self-imposed deadline. Still, she didn’t deserve to be chewed out like this. “It was just an off day,” she said, finally filling the…

I thought all angels were perfection. Flawless. Pure. White. Light. Capable of no wrong. Where there are angels, there are no shadows,....i thought. Angels...the opposite of devils....Angels =white hats...devils =black hats....easy to discern between the two....one sits on your left…

The World - if I'm going to anthropomorphize her , I should capitalize her, right?- THE WORLD is a busy thing. A very large and very very busy thing. In fact,THE very largest and the very busiest thing in our…

Despite his parents' hardships, Don projected himself as a peer of the privileged kids in his class. He grew his hair long, rather than let his mom cut it poorly. He wore tattered jeans to reflect a hippy cool vibe.…

Barbara sat slumped on the edge of a bed. The dim bulb overhead struggled to fill the dingy motel room with light. Details were hard to pick out, but Barbara didn't need decent lighting to know what the room looked…

Flickers of neon light painted the sky in bold colours. They reflected off darkened windows, putting the pale blue glow of halogen lamps to shame. The street facing sides of every skyscraper possessed a billboard at least three times the…

Agatha lay on her left side, then on her back then on her left side again, then on her back and then over to her right side, no rest. Her mind whirreled. The radio called it the second World War.…

The day after my mother’s funeral Daddy quietly moved himself out of the Master bedroom and into the guestroom. He never slept in that Master bed they’d shared for 65 years again. Right after Daddy’s move across the hall he…

One of my students, a ten year old with identified emotional problems, decided he really wanted to challenge me to a holding your breath contest. He didn’t have a lot of same-age friends and I thought he just wanted to…

She dreams. She can't remember all the small stories behind her eyes, who can? But the last dream felt awake, like her real life. A white room, she thinks, yes, that's where I was. Maybe a doctor's office, a clinic.…

That American, she's so ignorant. A granddaughter of the KMT. But maybe I can convince her, and then what? Vivian told me to be nice; it's to get Yi Ting's on stage. But so what? Our trauma isn't for parading…