Uncommon Cents
by Michael C. Keith: For good ye are and bad, and like to coins, Some true, some light . . . –Lord Tennyson Eleven year-old Sammy Medford had established a rule about picking up lost pennies from the ground. If [...]
by Michael C. Keith: For good ye are and bad, and like to coins, Some true, some light . . . –Lord Tennyson Eleven year-old Sammy Medford had established a rule about picking up lost pennies from the ground. If [...]
by Nathan Pettigrew: Roland brought the saw down to her waistline, breathing in, breathing out; he couldn’t calm down. The fact that he was even breathing in the presence of Sophia’s body was the very definition of insult to injury. [...]
by Gerardo Delgadillo: Halloween slaps Kalvin’s mind hard, a reminder of life minus ten. His nightmare started when he found out Melly, the hottest girl in the universe, was attending college’s Halloween party, so he rushed out and hopped into his [...]