We went out there every day after school once the first real snowfall had landed and stuck. And every day of Christmas break felt like a cycle of playing out there and warming up inside so we could go back out. I think about those days a lot now even though they happened so long…
Author: Grant Fodness
The Wish in the Mall
He sat at a table with his mom and ate his kid’s meal as fast as possible. Since they had walked in, the boy had not looked away from the big fountain in the middle of the food court for more than a few seconds. He finished all the chicken nuggets and French fries on…
Waiting for It
This story was originally published in Volume 31 of Plainsong, a non-profit journal published by the University of Jamestown’s English Department. Slight edits were made from the original story. Every time I went to church, which was not as often as I would like to admit, he was there. He sat in the same spot…
Tyndall Hall, Part Two
Make sure to read Part One if you haven't already! Enjoy! It was a beautiful fall morning—the air crisp, the sun warm, the leaves of yellow and orange and brown fluttering all around. It was Sunday. It’s here, he thought. He woke up, showered and dressed, and ate a granola bar. He stepped outside and…
Tyndall Hall, Part One
The campus was littered with the yellow and brown and red leaves autumn brought each year. Its hallways and bulletin boards were littered with flyers like always. The usual posters advertising football games and volleyball games and different club events were all there, but since Halloween was the next week, every bulletin board and cork…
The Long, Lonely Walk Home
This story was originally published in Volume 31 of Plainsong, a non-profit journal published by the University of Jamestown's English Department. Slight edits were made to the original story and appear here. The clock reads 11:30 P.M. You just clocked out of work. It is time to start your walk home. You always like this…
Would You Keep Reading? 