Zhao hummed softly to himself as he made his way up the rocky path, leaning on his walking stick as his fine yellow and blue robes dragged across the ground with each little step. On his shoulder sat a small …
Transformation by Jill Wilcox
The evening sun was glaring as I drifted into my apartment. I was greeted by the sound of running water. Had I left something on? That’s when I noticed the gigantic bulge in the ceiling. The white gypsum drywall swelled, …
The Children of Bolling Air Force Base by Charlotte Kwong
We were the children of soldiers and airmen, and war ruled our blood. We terrorized the neighborhood with plastic lightsabers, garish nerf guns, and barbaric stories. We staged elaborate battles, splitting the neighborhood into warring factions with which to destroy …