Sad, Pretty
By Mark Ziebart
Winslow went numb with amazement. The voice was unmistakable, the shape of the head, the same, though the girl’s bashfulness came as a surprise. He supposed a national audience would make anyone a little nervous. "How utterly depraved." Gail had slouched back in her chair and slung an arm over the back. "What will they […]
Sad, Pretty
By Mark Ziebart
The suggestion had confused Winslow at first; but after a brief exchange, during which the girl’s age became apparent, he actually felt the blood drain from his face. Disbelief kicked in: Fifteen? Where were her parents? Right away, paranoia waved its hand from the back of his mind to ask what if someone saw him […]
PreTeena September 26 – October 2
By Allison Barrows
September 26, 2016 September 27 September 28 September 29 September 30 October 1 October 2 <——- Previous week’s cartoons* Next week’s cartoons ——>
A Blind Date
By Bokerah Brumley
The Republic Restaurant Near Ft. Worth Stockyards Late April 2017 Libby Rain hummed “Deep in the Heart of Texas” as she moved her water goblet from one side of the place setting to the other. It had been a long few days at the front desk of the accounting office where she worked. She had […]
Blind Date
By Bokerah Brumley
The Republic Restaurant Near Ft. Worth Stockyards Late April 2017 Libby Rain hummed “Deep in the Heart of Texas” as she moved her water goblet from one side of the place setting to the other. It had been a long few days at the front desk of the accounting office where she worked. She had […]
Week Thirty: The National Anthem
By Curtis Edmonds
“In conclusion,” I said, “the single best piece of advice that I have for you is to register to vote. Wherever else you go, whatever else you do, you will always have the responsibility to vote. Making sure that you are registered is not only the smart thing to do; it’s the right thing to […]
Unsilent Majority
By Aaron Tallent
“Have we made a choice for dessert?” the waiter asked Jim and Janet Crawford. The couple sat in a corner in Knoxville’s Ye Olde Steakhouse going over the menu. Finally, Jim put his menu on the table and looked at Janet. “Want to do the Hershey Bar Cake?” he asked. She smiled and nodded. “Will […]
Week Twenty-Nine: The Media Buy
By Curtis Edmonds
I was in the WaWa in the strip mall across Hanover Avenue from the strip mall where my campaign headquarters is located. I got a nice healthy bottle of Odwalla carrot juice and a bag of Chex mix, and walked to the counter. “Can’t let you have that, sir,” the cashier said. “The sign only […]
