Lit Fiction

Kay’s dad had told her the night before that she shouldn’t go in the GM stamping plant. “It’s no place for a woman,” he...

Three teenagers stood around Dad’s rust-eaten truck. All of them wore suits, as though heading to a prom. Two of them leaned against the...

It is 2:31 A.M., and I am wondering where you are right now, my love.  Six weeks, six very long weeks have passed, and...

Michael's grandfather never said a word until they passed the lot where the old train station was coming down. Then he leaned sideways and...

I could sense they were looking around the room at each other, wondering why I was no longer talking. Some covered smiles with their...

The first step in stealing a car is to put gas in it, and that’s because even though teenaged girls like myself have airhead...

She felt it in her toes that morning, dread that she would shove into ivory heels and dance on beneath heavy clouds. He felt...

Nikki’s uncle Pete was sprawled across the hood of an old Chevy, bullshitting with another half-dozen men taking a breather from their barstools. She...

She tried to take deep breaths and think of what her happy place might look like if she had one, but she kept getting...

She’d punched a boy on the bus. Square in the mouth, once, then again. Her father had to come to the elementary school to...