Winner: “Best of Non-Fiction” in IUPUI’s award-winning literary magazine, Genesis. Spring 2014 Issue Winner: Honorable Mention, Creative Non-Fiction Award. IUPUI English Department Student Awards. “We’re going to see your Daddy today,”… Continue reading
Published in 2013 issue of IUPUI’s literary magazine Genesis. The squirrel’s eyes darted left and right scanning the branches of the nearby tree inspecting each possible bridge to safety, his hind claws… Continue reading
Winner: Honorable Mention, Gateway Fiction Award. IUPUI English Department Student Awards Harvey stared up at the cloud filled sky trying to make out the shapes of animals like he’d done as a… Continue reading
My eyes continue to water. There’s a conversation occurring, but one-sided. They’re communicating in a language unlike mine. They’re pleading, sending their encoded messages streaming along my cheeks. Angry perhaps, because… Continue reading
Dr. Anne Miller Ph.D Case Log #1549 Patients: Ms. Sarou Libertine and Mr. Garrett De’Laroux May 15th 2011 I will be meeting shortly with Sarou and Garrett to assess their need for… Continue reading
The man kneeling and staring at the heavens cried out, “Why God, what next? Why me?” A priest walking down the road, observed his pleas. The priest stopped and said, “Do not cry… Continue reading
Ok, you ready Yeah, you? Yeah So we’re gonna do this? Yeah Ok, is it my right or your right? My right So my left? Right. Ok, go.
A death occurred in the small town of Pinkerton, Texas on October 16th 1952. William Carver, a longtime resident, was found dead at the edge of his property with injuries that appeared to… Continue reading
He dabbed at the stain on the crimson tablecloth where he’d spilled his drink as he turned suddenly believing that he heard her call out his name, but she hadn’t. She was still… Continue reading
I couldn’t tell you whether it was the click of the gun’s hammer or the voice of God himself calling my name. But whatever it was, it was the loudest sound that I’d… Continue reading
The other day I attended the funeral of a kid I went to school with. I didn’t know him very well. We were in different cliques. I was a jock, and he was… Continue reading
“What will your parents think about this boys?” Mr. Constantine sat there staring a hole through us. I couldn’t look him in the eyes. No, all I could do was stare at… Continue reading
