A New Kind of Literary Pulse

"Want a ride down?" Jorge asked. "I'm gonna walk, get some air." "How do you think Eddie's gonna act?" Jorge asked. "Won't be here to see." "Don't you think it could be a bit..." "Jorge, how do you ... [+]

"Charlie...Charlie...are you daydreaming again? It's work time now, please get your pencil," asks Ms. Amy sweetly. Charlie Madison is in the 3rd grade, at KB Woodward Elementary school. Generally, he ... [+]

He wakes with a veil of fading orange sunset falling over his face. Slowly, he raises a hand, twisting it through the shards of light. There are no callouses. No dry cracks of peeling skin. It is ... [+]

Fred tiptoed into his room and slid into his desk chair, casting a worried glance over his shoulder as he opened his laptop. Typing as quietly as he could, he logged onto Artium Obscurorum and ... [+]