That’s Not My Face

By Melissa R. Mendelson The smell was sickening, but nobody seemed bothered by it.  People on the left sat in large, black seats with hood dryers over their heads, covering their faces.  People on the right were positioned in short, black seats with their hands held inside white, metallic boxes, some flinching from the pain. Continue reading “That’s Not My Face”

The Rant

By Chris Bunton Jane threw her bag of groceries and her purse onto the counter. She stopped for a moment and placed her hands over her face. She just stood there in her perfectly modern kitchen. It was large, with plenty of counter space, and just the right colors. It was obviously remodeled recently. HerContinue reading “The Rant”

Power Hour

By Chris Bunton “Hey kids, it’s almost power hour!” Ellen yelled. She closed her wind up pocket watch, as the kids came running into the room. “Ok, Lacy get all the re-chargeable batteries ready for the outlets. Carrie, get the pots ready to cook on the electric stove for dinner, and make sure the radioContinue reading “Power Hour”