When I was a kid our grandfather taught us a game that we enjoyed so much that we ended up playing all the time. The first step was gathering eight rocks, four per player. After gathering the rocks, we chose a spot on the sidewalk, preferably under a tree and drew a square with two diagonal lines and a cross through its center.

The first player would then place a rock on a spot where two or more...

At 22, Señorita Powers was upbeat and overly optimistic; eager to make a difference in the lives of inner-city youth. She had spent the summer watching inspirational movies where young, bright-eyed teachers enter difficult schools, fight the system and beat overwhelming odds while leaving an indelible mark on the misunderstood students long labeled as impossible by a long line of low quality apath...

Dear diary,

Today I spoke to him! Thomas. He has the most dreamy brown eyes up close. I was so nervous. I fought so hard not to let him know how much I have been obsessed with him this whole year since that first time I saw him sitting there in AP Human Geography. Tall, but not too tall, dark and very handsome. Built like a train. So mysterious with his seldom used deep but kind voice. Some peo...

Being Autistic, for me, means I have trouble paying attention to details. One day I got out of school and waited for my dad to pick me up. As I sat there, I played Pokemon Go on my phone and tablet. I was using two different accounts to maximize the amount of rewards I was getting on a daily basis.

I saw the dark color SUV pull up and stop in front of me. I quickly got up, gathered my stuff and w...

As far as zombies go, Fred was ugly. He had no luck hooking up with other zombie girls that even the homely looking ones would hold out for something better. He lived his solitary life from home to work and from work to home.

No friends, no family, no love, just him and his logic puzzles.

Who needs friends. Logic and numbers is all I need. He used to tell himself as he scratched in sudoku numb...

Was I at Hallaban you ask? Wish I could tell you I wasn’t. That I was basking on a beach somewhere like the son of one of those rich assholes who demanded patriotism from everyone else but secured medical dischargements for their golden offspring.

I was there. I was part of an ill-equipped rifle regiment. We exited the landing pods in our barely functional chromian envirosuits and got slaughtere...