FOREWORD Stories from Pulp Fictions Golden Age And it was a golden age. The 1930s and 1940s were a vibrant, ..
OUT OF COMMISSION Before I can reply, Dr. Hutchinson walks in. “You lucked out,” he says. ..
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Well, I have two names. That’s what I say when people ask me what my middle name is. I say: Well, ..
“SHOULD BE OUR LAST DAY,” Papa said when they stopped to make camp. He unhitched the tired ..
It’s a bright, clear, day, the kind where the clouds seem so white because the sky’s so blue. ..
Now we make you ugly, my mother said. She whistled. Her mouth was so close she sprayed my neck with her whistle-spit. ..
LITA TOSSES ANOTHER PIÑON LOG ONTO THE FIRE. Sweet smoke drifts past us into the starry sky. Her knees ..
There are four of us dudes sitting here right now, and I kick all of their butts when it comes to video ..
During the first three weeks of seventh grade, I’d learned one thing above all else: A person can become ..
“Koly, you are thirteen and growing every day,” Maa said to me. “It’s time for you to have ..
At Emily’s third soccer game, Bridge and Tab stood together in a drizzling rain. “You’re ..
That last time. That red sky . . . How does a book thief end up kneeling and howling and flanked by a manmade ..
Of all the kids in the seventh grade at Camillo Junior High, there was one kid that Mrs. Baker hated ..
Nothing is the same now that Mom is pregnant, everything has changed. Before school let out for summer, ..
The reason Mr. Popper was so absent-minded was that he was always dreaming about far-away countries. ..
DRESS CODED: A PODCAST EPISODE ONE This is my first podcast and I have no idea what I’m doing. ..
I can’t talk. I can’t walk. I can’t feed myself or take myself to the bathroom. Big bummer. My arms ..
Craaaack! went the thunder. Sizzle! went the lightning. And Boom!… The sky opened wide and rain ..
“Murderers! You can’t have them all!” Ruby Lavender leaned out the car window and shook ..
Every other Saturday, my dad wakes me up early. “Come on, m’ijo,” he says. “Vamos ..
The neighbors gasp when I climb to the top of the pecan tree before anyone can stop me. “Lolo,” ..
1 We drive out Route 6 on a silent day at the end of May, my mother, the boyfriend, and I. We pass villages ..
This story began on an afternoon the color of comets, with a girl dressed all in black. A sad girl. A girl ..
