A Sunday Morning Post

Your soul: where is it headed? The whole idea of an afterlife has been questioned for years. For almost the entire time the world’s been turning. Some people believe that once you’re dead, you’re dead: blacked-out, shut down, done for. Other’s believe that the deceased’s spirit watches the earth and protects their loved ones, but…

Sebrina vs. April: May the Best Sister Win (Part Two)

Sebrina stepped into the office and closed the door. The room resembled a family living room more than it did a real estate office. Blankets draped over couches, deer antlers hung on the wall, surrounded with horse and cattle paintings. Maybe she stood in the wrong office. Sebrina turned around to read the lettering on…

Sebrina vs. April: May the Best Sister Win (Part One)

“You can’t do everything at once.” Sebrina followed April into the kitchen. “Who says I can’t?” April grabbed a coffee mug from the cabinet and filled it with the remaining coffee. “April . . . think about this.” April placed the lid on the mug and stuffed it in her bag. She sighed as she…

A Quarter Mile (Final Part)

“All right Jez, don’t give it everything at first, save it until you absolutely need it, then show ‘em what you got!” I gripped the go-cart frame, leaning forward so Jez could hear me. “There are a lot bigger carts than ours here,” Lucas pointed out. “Don’t think like that, then we for sure wont…

A Quarter Mile (Part Three)

“Pull harder!” Jez pushed her leg down, gripping the handles on her bike. “I can’t! My legs are about to give out.” Wyatt leaned forward, standing while he peddled. “Put your legs to use: peddle!” Jez titled her head from side to side as she peddled down street. “We’re trying!” I looked back at Jez,…