by Sarah Toney (This story contains suicide.) The air was thin and icy. Breathing it in felt like swallowing shattered glass. The city was beautiful from this height and the boy wanted to reach out and feel the warmth of the setting sun. The heaviness in his chest felt a…
by Leanna Totten My brother and I ended up in separate households. Me at our Grandmother’s and he went to our Aunt’s. Our Aunt Linda was married to a man with issues. My brother would call me at night and tell me how crazy Uncle John was. He would say,…
