This story was inspired by the linked tumblr post and my recent spate of going to real estate websites and mooning over homes I can’t...

Every mother has days like this: she has twenty-seven hours worth of chores to fit into a twenty-four hour period. So she leaps out of...

“Francis Snyder isn’t producing oxygen, Dack.” A thin man with a few wisps of strawberry blond hair on his head stood just in the...

His eyes were swimming pool blue. The cars on the street, the smell of a passerby’s cigarette, the shriek of the espresso machine inside...

Every time, he resisted. But it was like an unbearable itch, burning into him, a need to know that singed his nostrils with smoke. They...

Last week I sat in a metal cylinder with a little over a hundred other people. After a brief wait and some preliminary safety...

The apple sat on the table, shining in the sunlight, round and red and delectable. “There,” a woman’s voice said, “eat it.” A pair of...

My mother never turned the mattresses. That could have been just an odd housekeeping peccadillo if she weren’t the sole proprietor of a...