There was a girl who could make it rain. Outside, inside. We knew she was different on the day of her birth, when the maternity floor of the hospital flooded. Clouds formed on the ceiling and rained down on hospital…
Read MoreThere’s a girl in my Lit class and I’m pretty sure she can read my mind. It took a few weeks for me to notice—she’s a quiet-type, doesn’t participate much, doesn’t talk to her neighbors. Her name is Glade, Glade……
Read MoreEvery year the house on the hill has a garage sale. It’s a big, peaked house, painted white by kids hired from the local college every couple years, its shutters either blue or red or yellow, depending on the whim…
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