This year, Edwin, while bending down to feed his turtles, would collapse into his bathtub, Grandpa discovering him early the next morning, water still running, turtles clustered on the opposite side of the porcelain tub.
Manny had stared with cold indifference as he slowly but deliberately forced the wide blade into Sir Reggie’s chest, stopping only when the jewel-encrusted hilt reached bone.
Michael Tamlin skipped a rock across muddy water and thought, What a beautiful day to be me! A warm breeze ruffled his close cropped curls, streaked with gel and shimmering with the joy of lazy Saturday well spent.
words by Carla Jean Jr. | illustration by Erin Baird
She had written about a jellyfish that was on a quest to meet the king of the ocean, a giant jellyfish that ruled over everything with its many long tentacles.
Texting’s become a fairly trivial process: have an idea you need to communicate, but not verbalize; eschew email either due to its inherent air of professionalism or your relative distance from a laptop; keep under 160 characters; brace for response.
When E.T. landed in Humboldt County, his dewy saucer eyes glowed with the tinge of killer bud. The weed grew high and swayed in the chill night air.