Author Grace Bartlett
“Between you, me, and the wall, I don’t know what to do!” I pointed to myself, then to my husband, then to the wall in question as though it could talk—as though it were knowledgeable. As though I’d given it… Continue Reading →
Stages of Grief Maybe there was a little blip of a heartbeat—a little spark of hope in the flatline. Maybe somewhere in him was that faint pulse of willingness to rise again—somewhere the machine couldn’t detect. Perhaps at any moment… Continue Reading →
***This story was made in partnership with Lexi S, whose version uses the POV of Eloise. Please read both for full effect (order not important)*** “I low-key want to thrift it this year,” Eloise piped up during our mandatory planning… Continue Reading →
“We’ve never done anything together that I’ve actually cared about.” That’s what she said right before driving off in her Mercedes. I should have known that she only cared about the money—the fame. I should have known she’d leave me… Continue Reading →
“You can’t trust me because I can’t trust you!” FBI Agent Casey Mitchell shouted at a nonplussed rookie agent. The enemy, known by the name Simba for their lion emblem, had infiltrated a high-security operation, and the mole had yet… Continue Reading →
“Oh lord, I’ve had enough of these people out here,” I say after handing—yet another—tourist a coffee and sincerely bidding them a “good day” that I wish I was having. Dunkin’ Donuts is a treat to many of the Canadians… Continue Reading →