by Tristen Chang
I heard him walking into things. I heard something drop and shatter, I heard running water, and cupboards. I heard him open the door to the bathroom and I heard the hinges of my mom's door, then something soft but heavy hit the floor.
by Emily J. Lawrence
If you fall in love you’d have a relationship like Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. Arguing at first, then he would gradually become gentle and kiss you just like he were eating sugar cream pie.
by Kevin Spaide
The bones in her hands healed. We went to the hospital and the doctor removed the splints. He examined her hands and did tests, took x-rays. It was miraculous, he said. Her hands were in perfect shape.
by Jessica Kinnison
I spend my time imagining my husband's breathing: the symphony of energy expended by his body and bones and the universal sound of the heart pumping blood, the heart doing what the heart actually does.
by Nisha Coleman
Dad’s home! one of them would shout, and the others would squeal in nervous panic. Plucked from their fantasies, the three of them melded into one entity: the kids.
by Laurie Myers
They reassured you, told you that you were overreacting. You laughed a normal laugh and agreed, but later, after your boyfriend had gone to bed, the laugh froze in your throat, choking you.
by Jessie Carty
She has time to think all of this just after the moment she notes the first red tipped leaves and just before she realizes that her brakes are just not catching, catching, catching.
by Jeanne Althouse
On the weekend we’re at a family barbeque at the local park—I’m surrounded by at least thirty family members. And motor Mama reminds me, as she serves me one of her giant barbeque
by Jennifer Ruden
By noon we are wasted and the music thumps and Maureen's cake is gutted in the center of my dining room table. I am tempted to tell my neighbors to go home
by Brad Olson
He handed her the medicine and they sat down. After she lit one she handed it to him. She only ever let him take a couple puffs because she was afraid his mother would stop bringing