By Jordan Wallace
I should have been asleep still, not sitting in a pew, tugging at my poorly fitting dress. It was a garish yellow, and it made me feel old and young all at once. Well, really everything made me feel young and old all at once. I suppose that was seventeen encapsulated. Not that I would …
By Jeanine Eyre Bee
This adventure is all about seeing nature in action. Thanks to a program offered by the Cabrillo Marine Museum, you will have a chance to observe the unique mating habits and biology of grunion. Learn all about this peculiar fish (and other local sea life) before walking down to the beach to watch the annual …
By Vivian Pfleger
Grandma Ada died two months ago, and we buried her just as summer turned into fall. Now the leaves are gone from the big cottonwoods along the creek that runs past the road into town, and light coming in over the mountains is gray. Mom and I are going to clean out her house. She’s …
By Elizabeth Smith
Another picture book slid from its place, this time in the corner by the window. Judy paused from planning tomorrow’s craft for storytime. She rose and poked her head down the aisles. Sure enough, Go, Dog, Go! by P. D. Eastman lay on the blue carpet. She furrowed her brow, returning it to the shelf. …
By Sherilyn Stevenson
Congratulations on making it through January! For your literary treat, the Prose board presents two pieces. The first is a short story with technology themes fresh and relevant and spiritual themes of eternity. The second is a personal commentary on new grief and the revisiting of faith as a response. Both will have you thinking …
By Janaya Young
You take your first breath apart from me, and this room—separated only by thin metal from vastness and emptiness—becomes holy. If I had arms, I would hold you and whisper in your ears—those ears I designed after satellites: ‘You are wild and untamable. You cannot be defined or contained.’ Though you are made from what …
By Lorraine Jeffery
Every time I open the door of my elementary classroom, I remember. It was a Wednesday, and yes, sometimes I think of Wednesday’s child, the “full of woe” thing. My cellphone vibrated, and I knew it was Carl. My husband is the only one who calls me at work, and he only calls when it’s …
By Olivia Grover
It seemed strange to be in this part of the mansion, where cobwebs decorated the walls and dust painted every surface. Natalie wrinkled her nose, stifling an impending sneeze. Even after months of working as a maid for the Proxy, Bronte Shaw, she’d never been in this wing. As right hand man to the Electonate …
By Samantha Hastings
I woke up without Ma’s familiar warmth by my side, nor her saw-like snore filling my ears. Blinking, I realized that the sun had somehow risen. I sat up, sore all over from sleeping in the wagon with what was left of our earthly possessions: a butter churn, a pan, a Book of Mormon, and …
By Katherine Cowley
Lena did not believe in dreams. She dreamed every night, fantastical visions of beaver attacks and her teeth falling out while vacationing on a tropical island. She dreamed about missing college exams, though she had dropped out of college once and for all five years ago; she dreamed that she was in her favorite movies, …