Kuokoa B. Mchango was certain that it was the last night he would be alive, for you see, tomorrow was his 28th…

In the summer of 1998, shortly after my girlfriend Valerie moved out of our Brooklyn apartment, using the excuse that I…

Janice limply heaves the thick unabridged dictionary into the metal trash can at the corner of Vandam and crosses the…

“Tell me, Jonah: What good is a nurse that faints at the sight of blood?” Obadiah, a frontier-weary doctor, whined as…

I’m not going to kill myself. I yelled it out early this morning when my mother woke me up.