“The Milk Bubble” by Nicolas Allen
When I was nine years old, I met a boy named Mark. I immediately liked him, and we became close Continue reading
When I was nine years old, I met a boy named Mark. I immediately liked him, and we became close Continue reading
“I-, I-, want….you to die my boy.” “Famous last words, eh Grandpa?” My father’s father fidgeted under the covers, twisting Continue reading
“It’s incredible. I’ve never seen anything like it.” “No, but you knew it’d happen eventually.” “At this level, Joel? This Continue reading
I looked over at Planka, my Planka. So beautiful lit up in the starlight. Her bulging abdomen, promising our future, Continue reading
Today was just one of those days. I kicked the scarp of metal junk out of my way and continued Continue reading