Alone. It was the one word that perfectly described Jessica in that moment. Her eyes darted around the busy school corridor as hundreds of students chattered amongst themselves while they hurried down the crowded
We loved each other before we knew anything. When we were still just souls, drifting in another world where there is no gender or race or even species. We were content to simply be together.
Gwen was nearly vibrating with excitement. Her head twitched on the pillow with barely restrained energy. In a mere thirty blinks, her alarm would whine, opening the gate for her to morning, to breakfast, to
That stare he uses. That stare they all use. Who? They. The boys. What boys? All boys. The boys I know. The boys I’ve seen. Why do they do this? Do what? Stare. Stare at
“GIVE HER BACK,” the girl shouted. “Give her back to me!” The waves continued to lap against the shoreline, oblivious to her pleas. The girl screamed against the consistent pounding noise. It made no difference.
A beautiful female fox, with shining red fur, basks in the sun. A male is nearby, drinking from a stream. There is not the slightest hint of a breeze. Yet the heat is not stifling,
I wake to the sound of sirens and the smell of smoke. When did I black out? How long was I gone? I cough and sit up as best I can, looking around me. Everything
The Hedge Apple magazine is pleased to publish the work of several young authors who attended the Nora Roberts Young Writers Institute this summer. These teens were wonderful to work with, and as you can