Author: Clio

Ravyn stared at the white paper which was pressed against the platen roller by the bail bar. They’d gotten a manual typewriter because it felt like the way to be least distracted when writing, but even still, the white paper continued to stare back at them. On the computer, every key press could instantly be…

“Hey, what do you have there?” Aunt Dahlia sat down at the table next to Vanessa, who had drawn a picture of some flowers and was in the process of coloring the sky a light purple. Vanessa’s my daughter, by the way. She’s eight, and she had been sitting quietly on a table out of…

The thing is, I don’t think Jared even likes me, let alone loves me, and I haven’t really let him know how I feel, because, well, it’s so hard to explain. I’ve been in love before. I’ve had boyfriends before, and one time for a strange and wonderful six months, I had a girlfriend before…

“That’s a hate symbol, you know.” The voice came at me like a spear, interrupting my reverie as I considered the selection of apples at the grocery store. (Caleb loves the word “grocery”. He’ll roll it around in his mouth for hours if he’s in the mood, saying it different ways, emphasizing different parts, until…

I love my sister, but I hate how she treats me like a child. I’m 18 years old today, and I wanted to go to C. J. Barrymore’s with my friends, but Tabitha insisted that it’s too loud and too crowded and that I’d melt down for sure. I mean, I get it, I guess….

“I think you’re having trouble understanding why we’re here, Mrs. Davis.” Mr. Haberman, the Assistant Principal, sat up in his chair, doing his best to take up as much presence as possible. Carol crossed her legs and adjusted her skirt, doing her best to suppress the storm that was seething inside. “I understand enough. I…

It was dawn, and the smell of last night’s campfire still hung in the air. Daphne knew that smell well: It would permeate her clothes, her tent, even her car for the next few weeks, after she’d gone back home. Back to the daily mundanities of life: rush around, be responsible, interact with people she…

Ginger could hear them talking on the other side of the door. “Hi, honey, I’m home.” That was Dad. He was coming in from work, which meant it was about half past five. He shut the front door behind him. “Oh hi.” That was Mom. She was standing in the opening that separated the kitchen…

Mabel hadn’t been expecting an Amazon package, but one was leaning against her apartment door. She’d been on her way to the grocery store. It was Tuesday morning, and her shift at the diner started at 4 on Tuesdays. Tuesday and Thursday, just the dinner rush. Mondays off, thank goodness, because the other four days…

“Hey, hi. How are you doing today?” “I’m fine. How are you?” Jacqui scrunched up her eyebrows, looking confused. “I’m good. But I heard about your aunt.” “Yeah. Aunt Keiko.” A motion caught my attention in my peripheral vision, so I turned my head and looked out the window. A cardinal had landed on a…