Nothing Stands Against a Hero! — by Sinead O’Hart and Nazareth Horner
“Try to have a good day today, mate. Alright?” “Okay, Dad,” I muttered, slamming the car door closed. In the front seat, David’s head …
“Try to have a good day today, mate. Alright?” “Okay, Dad,” I muttered, slamming the car door closed. In the front seat, David’s head …
The economy had been very bad and my brother Dave and I were glad to have these jobs even though the work was hard, …
It’s been 33 minutes since the coffee machine blew up at work. My colleagues have begun to partake in the first signs of caffeine withdrawal. I …
A bleak morning sun seeped through the clouds, casting its dim light over the thousands of graves that marked the valley. Home to the …
My headphones haven’t played music since I was ten, not since the last of Dad’s diesel had burned and the truck couldn’t charge my MP3 player anymore. …
Gloria hurried into the Starbucks and saw her friend already seated with a latte. She waved, then went to the bar to get her coffee. Or maybe she …
My dad—just got the annual note — “Spend this wisely.” Can almost imagine the tear tracks from having to write the check—an obligatory “gift” he …
It had been a full year since Robert Brightwell last set foot inside his grandparents’ house. Aunt Linda looked up at him from the turkey she …
He looked like a small Chinese Buddha, seated as he was, in a pagoda-style pavilion in the park. Everything about him was round – his …