Why Frank Ate Brains for Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner
Frank found himself drawn to a group of others. Continue reading Why Frank Ate Brains for Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner
Two years in
I don’t know what the proverbial pot at the end of the rainbow was that you were imagining on May 9, 2019 but this feels like a pretty good one. Continue reading Two years in
When Frank Went for a Walk in the Wood
He moved slower and slower, each creaking step, his knuckles becoming knobs, his fingers blossoming into thick black leaves as he slammed an arm down on the branch of the tree. Continue reading When Frank Went for a Walk in the Wood
Talk Vomit about sex and relationships in YA lit
by Mary Stathos I am 13 years old. I am walking to my locker between classes and my friend Jess walks up to me to give me a book that I absolutely need to read. Smack by Melvin Burgess. The book, which was given to her by our English teacher, is now mine to read. I don’t even know what drug the 14 year old … Continue reading Talk Vomit about sex and relationships in YA lit
Why Frank Chose His Family Over an Eternal Orgy
“Go on, ask your questions, you guys always have them.” Continue reading Why Frank Chose His Family Over an Eternal Orgy
What Happened When Frank Stopped Dancing
Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes! Continue reading What Happened When Frank Stopped Dancing
Gridlocked
“Everything’s fine,’ Sam would insist ‘It’s just your maternal instinct kicking in, nature’s way of ensuring survival. I’d be more inclined to worry if you didn’t respond as quickly.” Continue reading Gridlocked
What Are You?
I discovered that having a race, like having a gender, meant playing a social role. I was being categorized. Continue reading What Are You?
Save to Drafts Vol. 3
We hope this project may serve as a reminder for how chaotic our emotions often are, how mind-numbingly funny you might actually be, and, above all else: that you never, ever, ever have to post. Continue reading Save to Drafts Vol. 3
Because Frank Could Not Stop for Death She Kindly Stopped for Him
“What is the average number of pickles you can fit in a pickle jar?” he said. He looked down at her with an eyebrow raised and went on. “Hm, how many smoked ham bones can a three-hundred-pound man eat before he dies?” Continue reading Because Frank Could Not Stop for Death She Kindly Stopped for Him
