Featured Fiction Writer Ru S. Freeman (11 September 2012)

I want you to know that the first time I did anything, I just wanted them to suffer some easily...

In the end, what I remember are the fingers. My aunt is holding the door shut, and she is crying....

(Continued from page 1) “Can we come now?” I asked, feeling the need to distract him from dwelling...

(Continued from page 2) My brothers came back a little later, their palms filled with masang and...