BARTHOLOMEW’S PASSAGE • by Gerald Warfield
“Your mother was a whore!” The shout echoed from the mouth of the temple as if the stones themselves hurled insults at the small figure darting through the doorway. Bartholomew’s tormentors also burst...
View ArticleCOME FLY WITH ME • by Phyllis Rudin
“My father’s a writer.” When Seth’s turn came around in class he said what he’d been taught to say. He could have more truthfully announced, “My father’s in marketing,” but no, his parents had drilled...
View ArticleEIGHT BALL • by F.C. Shultz
“Should I keep being nice to Brandon, even though he keeps messing with me?” Nick said as he began to shake the ball. He forgot to breathe. The bubbles began to clear. SIGNS POINT TO YES “Fine. I’ll be...
View ArticleTHE QUARRY • by Matthew Roy Davey
I hadn’t seen much of Neil for several years. At the end of primary school he’d gone private and I’d gone comprehensive. I didn’t think of him often but a time came when my friends were being dicks,...
View ArticleWEIRD PETS • by Clint Lowe
As soon as Miss Kate left detention class for the toilet, Edelle scrambled over to Leah. “Flippidy books,” Edelle said, and flung Leah’s hardbacks from her desk, spreading them on the ground. Jaryd sat...
View ArticleASTEROIDS • by Cody Nowack
Lunchtime sucked when your best friend was at home sick. Sure, I could hang out with those I labeled ‘school friends,’ but then I’d be the kid who didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the group. As a...
View Article7TH FLOOR SLUT • by Natalie A. Drozda
The 7th floor slut lived across the hall from me and I didn’t care. At first. I had no interactions with her for the first month of freshman year. Admittedly, I was so nervous I didn’t have many...
View ArticleTHE TRUTH ABOUT ANGEL • by Jamey Gallagher
Summer days dozens of boys jumped off the train bridge. Their skin was pale at the beginning of summer, deep gold by the end. They shouted, laughed, shoving each other, horsing around, hurling insults...
View ArticleGUTS • by Emma Hall
High school began and I was determined to be different. I grew my hair out all summer so that I could wear it up in a high and slightly off-centre ponytail. Gone was my chin-length bob that framed my...
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THE RED HELMET • by Mishkat Bhattacharya
The red helmet was missing. They looked for it inside the barn next to the playground, in the gym store, and all over the small building that housed their classrooms. But it had simply disappeared....
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