T. Kelley

As a naiad, Serene lived in a river. It wasn’t a very big river, more a creek really, but she enjoyed it all the same.

She pressed her face against the glass and wondered where the Easter Bunny had hidden the eggs this time.

My friend had forgone the typical cup pyramid and was trying to see how tall of a tower he could build with the cups.

After months of cold and gloom, life had returned to the garden.

There were dozens of buildings, all with ornate carvings and decorations that made the place feel like something out of a fantasy book.

The picture’s caption read, “Aliens Suspected in Spree of Kansas Crop Circle.” I shook my head. Did people even read that magazine?

The yellow leaves of the aspens looked like bits of sunlight captured by the thin, pale branches.

Have you ever thought of just driving away and starting fresh somewhere new? How far would you go, and would you go back?

The wind swirled around me and settled. When he did, the grassy field we’d spent the night in grew silent. That’s when I understood.

As if the smell of the trash bag wasn’t enough, I had to go out into the back alley which contained a scent so foul it put tears in my eyes.

The dim light in the tavern flickered with the glow of the candles as Michael and I entered.

The air filled with the sound of quivering leaves, the distant calls of songbirds, and our steady footsteps as we ascended the trail.

From the top of gumdrop pass, I could see a vast, dense forest of lollipops that stretched far to the north.

Admittedly, my track record did suggest that I might, maybe need to hone in some of this excess energy.

My forehead wrinkled as I tried to understand what he meant. “I move my lips and let the words come out."

He couldn’t stop himself from thinking of the failed resolution. Maybe he should have made his New Year’s Resolution to stop procrastinating

Not many high schoolers stay up late on Christmas Eve hoping to catch a glimpse of the mythical man himself.

Most teens wouldn’t get excited at an offer like this, however, these offers didn’t usually come from mystical figures. Brigida was a valkyr

We entered the warm museum and began exploring the exhibits. There were dozens of stunning paintings and sculptures to see...

In time, we had Fidela and I couldn’t imagine going back to the silence of my past. She brought warmth and excitement to our lives...