James G. Wetheart levitated once. Just the once, briefly, he was that much closer to heaven. No one witnessed his ascension, so he carefully transcribed the experience in an onionskin journal with a calligraphy pen. Among the details he wrote, “Who knows? But...
by w.a. smith Charley Johnson stood at the living room window, motionless except for his wide-open eyes, watching the yard outside. Hurricane Annie was on the way, and he didn’t plan on missing anything. The grass was a strange brooding blue under the fat gray...
by W. A. Smith Davy Calhoun slipped the driver’s seat back a notch, folded his hands in his lap and stared at the Brigham’s bright white house across the street. The hedge had grown a foot since he saw it last. How come Molly’s dad hadn’t kept...
by Julie Danho The Allman Brothers wailed endlessly about “Elizabeth.” I was half asleep when a man, weaving through the maze of blankets, stumbled over my legs. He raised his hands in apology. I stood up to try and catch sight of my mother, who had...
by K.L. Nappier PROLOGUE Yah-weh. What happened to Your promise? When I was young, when I was still called Sarai, I took my husband into me on our wedding night, sure of children to come. Abram, so young himself, though ten years my senior; strong and atop me and...
by Gabriella Herkert ‘We’re gonna take the car to the store.’ Allie’s not askin’. She never asks. She just tells. It’s okay ‘cuz she has good ideas, but then we get in trouble. I don’t like being in trouble. She says...
