I like to go on drives at night; quiet, peaceful strolls around the suburban neighborhoods.
Autumn leaves crunch under the weight of my old Sedan. I crack the window, and a crisp breeze cools my face. Pumpkin spice wafts from the kitchens of model homes, houses all painted rose and cream. This is a place where nothing bad happens, where a girl like me can live alone.
But even when the darkness falls, my hair rises with the static of a threat looming in the doorways of my home.
A presence that I know isn’t there—but then I look again.
Continue reading ➞ Read Me At Night — A Short Story
“Sure to cause goose bumps all the way to the dramatic and surprising end.” – School Library Journal
Bliss is a chilling story of racism, murder, and an ugly desire for a power beyond what we can see.
Lauren Myracle has ingeniously intertwined these three gripping topics to being a teenage girl in the 1960s.
Continue reading ➞ “Bliss” – By Lauren Myracle
“Don’t pack away the book with the blood on it,” I said.
My mom scanned the stacks and stacks of books that lined the wall under my window. “Which book?”
“It has blood on it. No. It has blood on it.”
Continue reading ➞ The Perfect October Read