Lit

On my grandmother’s front porch where we gathered on Sunday afternoons, Paul seemed to be the most relaxed of uncles, pipe stem poised in his mouth only to...

  i. I have never bothered to learn the year you were born. For no matter how old you get, you’ll always be a mere boy in...

I don’t really want to be doing this, and if I could stop writing this very second I would. It started like this: I was the...

Figment.com is an amazing site "where writers write, meet, create, share, and connect," and each week Figment features one of their members. The "Featured Fig" is interviewed, and five...

The 3rd installment in Mrs.Johnson's Home for Broken Boys. High school was over. How did this happen? I was standing there on the school’s front...

I never imagined waking up happy on a foggy Monday morning until you came along. It's just the sky seems really beautiful right now, and I know...

                    After he again professes his love and swears he will always protect her, she tells him about the time she played with her father and she had...

On Wednesday his heart stalled so he put himself in neutral and told her to get out and push.   Said the last shotgun rider left him with...

Figment.com is an amazing site "where writers write, meet, create, share, and connect," and each week Figment features one of their members. The "Featured Fig" is interviewed, and five...

Twelve years old and I knew I was too much. . A body too much -- a stomach that stretched and stuck, and a waist left red,...