There was a classic vintage to that, the musty smell of warped paper and the grit dusting the pages, reminding the youths that what they were doing was, in every sense, dirty. Continue reading
Negotiating the maze of love can be a treacherous undertaking, and never more so than when you’re a pubescent snapping turtle. Continue reading
“Always made things a little too obvious, when they’d fog up. Nearly got in trouble a few times. God, Bobby Carbodero first went…” Veronica trailed off, glancing up at the car’s current owner. Continue reading
Night fell and the girls climbed creaking steps to the attic, where they encircled themselves with candles. Continue reading
It brought him great happiness to force his surroundings to adapt to him, rather than attempt the opposite. Continue reading
Chasing a perennially frustrating blackbird’s hopping path through the brush, the wolf cub stumbled upon a reddish cub of a kind he’d never encountered before. Continue reading
Though her experience with salamander rhetoric was nonexistent mere minutes ago, the girl felt as if she would have had trouble interpreting him even if she were extremely versed.