by Jess Earl Mama told me that thunder is just the sound of angels bowling. The angel outside my window doesn’t have hands but maybe it just can’t bowl, like how Katie can’t eat peanut butter. The angel doesn’t look like the ones in Mama’s paintings; it looks like a…
by Christina Johnson Once upon a time, I sat down, ready to write this really cool story. It was going to have DANGER! DANGER! DANGER! in it, along with some stupid, cliché type characters who were stupid enough to think going on a spring break tour of the mountains just…