On the seventh day after the tithing was due, Maeve awoke with a heavy weight shifting from her chest to her stomach and back again. It made her seasick. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and firmly set her sore feet onto the solid ground of her modest home. Her hands wrung the bed sheets. She splashed the coldest water onto her face. Her ( Read more... )

The first day of high school my English teacher asked the class to write a story. It was the first time in my education an adult told me I could write whatever I wanted. I felt light-headed; the skies opened, the fluorescent light was sun shine and the stale air conditioning was a keen mountain breeze. I got a little carried away frantically ( Read more... )