Stories

By John McPhee PING. That sound almost woke Thomas up. Then there was another. PING. Thomas stirred. PING. The third one did wake him up,

By Leah Kuschmierz It was an ordinary town, if a little drab. Ordinary houses, ordinary streets, ordinary animals. If a couple of stores were faded

By Kenzie Gingrich Creak! I winced as the rickety staircase groaned beneath my weight. I anxiously made sure I was alone before continuing my descent

I stood, transfixed, at the bottom of the sledding hill, my blue plastic saucer forgotten in the snow. Every now and then, one of my

Lucy winced as another branch hit the car’s windshield. Beside her, Mom gripped the steering wheel tighter. Like Mom, Lucy kept her eyes fixed on

Janice was just chillin’ it on the patio when suddenly the whole thing started to shake and, before she could do anything, the patio opened