The Walking Tree: Chapters 7-9

7. The Buried Knife  When Noah went into the woods again, she went the opposite direction of the giant tree. The golden sun, where it came crashing through the clouds, made everything it touched too bright to look at, especially the glossy white pages of Noah’s book. She had to retreat regularly to the shade of the nearest tree, just to make out the words, but by the time she did the pages were already seared into her eyelids, a bright blue negative.  She was doing her level best to read Great & Small, determined to learn the names of … Read More

The Walking Tree: Chapters 4-6

4. The Head of Sampson Noah went back to the house shivering with a now-cold sweat. She climbed the stairs straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower, then waited as the pipes popped and groaned to life. She closed her eyes beneath the steaming spray and tried to convince herself that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She worked the shampoo into a nervous lather, as though she could massage the memory right out of her head. She knew that the things she had seen and felt were ridiculous. But the problem was that their being ridiculous … Read More

The Walking Tree: Chapters 1-3

1. The Blindfold 1. The Blindfold Beneath her blindfold, Noah felt the red van ease to a rumbling stop. Before Papa could fully remove the key from the ignition, Nico had already opened his door, and Noah heard the sound of his shoes crunch down on gravel. She could feel the atmosphere of the car change as the sweet, fresh air from outside poured in.  Noah stayed right where she was, her fingers gripping her armrest, until she heard Papa open his door and then hers. Her heart squirmed anxiously in her chest until Papa’s hand touched her arm.  “Are … Read More

The Space Pirate

The Space Pirate By Amber Lee         “Being a space pirate simply isn’t a practical career,” his mother told him after he showed her his drawing of a spaceship. Henry’s toothy smile faded as he lowered the picture slowly, so she couldn’t see it anymore. He looked down, away from his mother’s steely gaze. “Maybe a doctor, or a lawyer would be better,” she suggested, stirring the pot of noodles at the stove. She wiped a spot of sauce that boiled over onto the counter and turned her back to him.  Henry ran down the hall toward … Read More

Untitled

Untitled By Catherine Turk Will I ever be ready To say goodbyeTo another year goneAnd another year older,Will I ever be readyTo let go of the old Say farewell to the familiarAnd embrace the new?I have always been softAlways been scared Of change and growthAnd what comes with it,So is it too much to askFor just one more dayJust one more sunsetBefore I let go?My most prized possessionCost 25 centsIt’s a wooden turtle My dad got me years ago,And my favorite things Are all attached To those sweet memories That whisper from the past. No I’m not readyTo say goodbye To this fond year And look forward to the next,But … Read More

Real Magic

A poem for Christmas by Cam Asher Bond What’s there to do under a cold dark moon?Once more my stars are all gone too soon. Damnit I thought, maybe winter never ends. It always has, but will this break the trend? Kick on down the road, all drunken and swagger’d. Calling for love, but then love never answered. With frost on my face, and a whiskey-laced tongue. I’m going nowhere, because that’s where I’m from. I can’t feel a thing now, it’s too crackling cold. Both my skin and my bones, I fear have grown old. No family, no friends, … Read More

The Tower

The Tower By JD MillerPhotography by Catherine Turk Tedrick hadn’t felt this good since the time he hid all those snakes in the outhouse and just about killed his aunt. His aunt had been constantly complaining about her ‘indigestion,’ and in his own words, ‘he’d only been trying to help.’  He hadn’t been trying to kill his aunt. When Father Clary, who nobody could look in the eye and lie to, asked him why he did it, he told him the truth: It seemed like it would be fun. And was it? Asked the priest.  Yes, said Tedrick.  So you’re … Read More

The Witching Moon

By JD Miller With Photography by Jairus Hills It was the picture-perfect autumn. The colors were all extraordinary, the wind cold but the sunlight warm, and every early sunset seemed to throw a spell over the world. But tonight was the night of the Witching Moon.  It seemed to Camber like this year the warnings were even more extreme than in years prior, leading up to the day of. Last year, eight people had vanished, all in the course of that one night, all from his tiny town. Who knew how many disappeared in the lands beyond his small world. … Read More

TTAG’s 1st Writing Challenge!

I’d like to begin by saying Happy Halloween! I hope all of your Jack O’Lanterns are shining bright, your Tricks are Treating, and remember to thank a Scary Spooky Skeleton for keeping you upright. Tomorrow is the first day of November, a month that has often been dedicated to writing, via organizations like NaNoWriMo, and if you’re participating in that particular challenge, good for you! We are right here cheering you on and can’t wait to see what you come up with! However, if the idea of squeezing out a whole novel in the course of thirty short days seems … Read More

What We Keep Behind Glass

Chapter One: You, and the Reason it Exists By JD MillerPhoto by Natalie Bruno It is my firm belief that there are some people of whom this world is not worthy. I don’t know if that’s a popular or unpopular opinion, I just know that I believe it. And for anybody who knows me (like you do), you know that I don’t have all that many firm beliefs. I have some in you, in God I guess, in my mom, and not a lot else.  I feel like I should be clear about the fact that I don’t know what … Read More