“Fuck Zeus,” Ms. Lynne Said in Fourth Period English by Paul Crenshaw
And Tommy tittered. Sean sat up at the sound. The rest of us looked at Ms. Lynne in her checkered shirt and Catwoman glasses, too stunned to respond.
Odin, Consider Me for Valhalla by Michael Hammerle
If someone could make it all the way through and not complain, not speak a word about their cancer, could they go to Valhalla?
The Unintentional Ways of Timelessness by Nikoletta Gjoni
It probably happened only a few times, but like many memories that remain suspended in space, I remember it being a ritual we developed and shared until the earth would fall flat all around us.
Pretty Girl by Jacqueline Doyle
Her head throbs. She has no idea how long it’s been since he came up behind her in the dark parking garage, one hand squeezing her throat, one holding a gun to her head, whispering “Don’t scream, pretty girl.”
Sling Shot by Craig Fishbane
I had pestered my father to take me on the Sling Shot ride the night of the disaster.