FLY

FLY

To be different in the town of Redistuo was to be an outsider, abolished from any place inside the shared opinion of the people and declared unworthy to belong. John was such a shunned man, though his name be plain enough and ambition to contradict small. It was the idea

INTO THE PAPER-WHITE QUIET

INTO THE PAPER-WHITE QUIET

There are few things sweeter than Paris at springtime. Nice! Good! Marvelous even! For a first sentence to begin the novel that would eventually become a best-selling work of historical fiction and free Rabbit Beauchamps from her part-time job at Tupperware Alley, this would do just fine. Perhaps better than

THE BLOOMING TOMATO

THE BLOOMING TOMATO

In her seventeen years of life as they had so far been lived, Abigail Fountain came to learn there were exactly four things she absolutely could not stand: 1. Tomato sauce. Because really what was the point of some soupy version of a fine-enough vegetable? Or fruit. Or vegetable. 2.

A FERRIS WHEEL OF THANKFULNESS

A FERRIS WHEEL OF THANKFULNESS

It’s always important to take a moment to be thankful for those who give thanks. (It made sense in my head.) So, in the name of starting some awesome cyclical Ferris wheel of thankfulness, I dedicate my late night ramble to Emilia Leigh, who recently gave a shout out to

ABOVE THE WORLD AND LOS ANGELES

ABOVE THE WORLD AND LOS ANGELES

Not many people know my secret, so please don’t tell anyone I tattled but they call me Lupita and I live among the clouds. How? I can’t say. Why? I wish I knew. For as long as my mind can remember, I’ve floated among chunks of chubby cumulus and slivers

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