The Curse of Gary (Part 13)

Victor tried another open door in the hall, and entered a child's bedroom. It was large but uncluttered, containing a bed, a wardrobe, a small bookshelf and a desk. A candle on the desk cast a soft light. The room showed signs of age and use, and a stale stench pervaded the air. Victor went... Continue Reading →

Book Review: The Catcher in the Rye

All I used to know about this novel was that Mark David Chapman had it with him when he shot John Lennon. Fearing the book contained some bewitching influence, for years I resisted the curiosity to read it, lest I, too, be brainwashed into murdering an overrated music star. Then recently I watched a television... Continue Reading →

Book Review: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

James Joyce’s loosely autobiographical novel spans several years in the life of young Stephen Dedalus. Observing him mainly in a school and university setting, the book focuses on significant events and stages in his development. These points are merely markers in the story, while the substance is Stephen’s inner struggle: his emotions, questions, doubts, fears,... Continue Reading →

The Mother’s Day Gift

Lucas ripped back the Velcro seal on his little blue wallet. Even though he’d had it for three years and the Pokemon logo on the back was scratched and faded, he couldn’t give up that wallet; he loved it too much. He unzipped the coin pocket and peered inside. Six dollars. For two whole weeks... Continue Reading →

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