AnonymousFiction14th of December, 2002“Are you sure you know where we’re going?” Emily asks from the passenger seat. “I’m fairly certain if I know how to get to the woods,” I...
AnonymousFictionUntitledNew Year’s Day, 1999 “Hey, Jim” the cashier said. Immediately I recognize her: it’s June. She was an old friend from high school; we used...