THE COUNSELOR’S OFFICE • by Sarah Losner
“Marlina, we’ve been waiting for you. Please, take a seat,” the counselor said, gesturing to the empty chair. Marlina did what she was told, cautiously taking a seat across the room from Eddie. He...
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THE FAD • by James Cato
Pleased to meet you. As you know, we start the interview with some standard bureaucratic questions. Do you remember Witchcaps? Right. I remember they were initially designed for edgy supermodels, so...
View ArticleJULIE AND THE SUBSTITUTE TEACHER • by Robert Runté
Ms. Marken, the substitute teacher, was doing a math demonstration. Julie had finished the entire math unit two days before, so that was boring. Instead, Julie had taken out her Kindle and was...
View ArticleLESSONS FROM THE CAMPAIGN TRAIL • by James Anthony Mehrle, Jr.
In the Eighth Grade at a Catholic School in Columbus, Ohio as I neared the age of fourteen, I had a couple things going for me. One, I knew a lot of stuff, primarily anything that had nothing to do...
View ArticleNONE SO BLIND • by Jeffray Harrison
I can’t explain to you what I see. I don’t know what you see when you close your eyes, but when I close mine I see the same thing as when they’re open. Nothing. I don’t think it’s black, or dark, and...
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PAPERWORK • by Pamela Love
As the rain fell outside, Peng’s hands danced with a piece of paper, folding, smoothing, and turning. Fascinated, Ms. Lewis watched as the fourth grader turned a square into a diamond, then a kite,...
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KING OF THE CLASS • by Bonnie McCune
His two front teeth shone silver in the sun. They didn’t blind, reflect, dazzle. Instead, they had a soft glow. I couldn’t pull my eyes from them. His name was Royce. He was sixth grade president,...
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THE WAR OF A WEEK • by Mishkat Bhattacharya
It became a matter of honor on Monday because my friend Jimmy had a thing for Lily and I said something not so complimentary about her in front of him. He pushed me back. I swung my bag at him. The...
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HOLIDAY DECORATIONS • by Shari Garmise
I stood in a circle of cross-legged children, clutching the delicate menorah out in front of me, afraid of dropping it. My mother had carefully wrapped it in tissue paper to keep it safe on the ride...
View ArticleEXCELLENT PERFORMANCE • by Eva Jean
During our occasional morning recitals in the auditorium, I sat in the front row of the school orchestra. That’s where the teacher always wanted the cellos to sit. You could look out at the audience...
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