Out of Time: Four

Fiction By Anna // 11/22/2011

I fell silent as we stepped off the pavement, out of the cold, and into the chip shop. I wrinkled my nose as feeling returned to it, inhaling the delicious smell of salt and vinegar. We crossed the black-and-white-checkered floor between the rows of two booths on each side.
In I way, I think our order of coping chips was to stall the actual coping. Even the much-pierced girl behind the counter must have sensed the discomfort between us.

Out of Time: One

Fiction By Anna // 9/1/2011

Do you see that man walking down the street? No, the other one, from whom your eyes naturally pull away. Hard to focus on, isn’t he?

So I Had This Dream

Fiction By Anna // 11/5/2010

night of 11/2/2010

In My Father's House

Fiction By Kyleigh // 6/15/2008

In my Father's house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?

“And a one, two, three, four… off you go.”

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