Storykeeper

There's a joy in anticipation, you know? In already composing the email response you're hoping for …

Mom left for work. Sienna rode her bike to band practice. Me alone, left to read my book, do the di…

I don't remember everything about how it happened. I do remember waking up. I remember that abject t…

"Everett!" He was going to be the death of me, but not before he was the death of himself. "Everett,…

Sasha. Man, I'd completely wrecked her night. Go figure.

I pounded the steering wheel, trying to bl…

I kept her at the periphery of my life, all too aware of the danger. She was a black hole, and if I …

I bury him in a shoebox at 4:15. I scrape at the ground in the shadow of the fire escape with the s…

What do I want?

It took you 8 years, but you happened upon the one question I can't answer truthful…

Dear Colin,

Help. I can't seem to escape from stories.

I swam through ours last night, poring over…

John liked coffee shops. They were places to focus, to drown himself in business and caffeine. Excep…

There was something about his eyes. Not dreamy or wistful. Not deep and romantic, or glassy and va…

It's one of those mornings--an anything-is-better-than-pretending-to-sleep-while-I-actually-just-wor…

Ms. Nolan, my English teacher, asked me to stay after class.

It'd been 30 days since David died.

S…

Three weeks ago, my brother died. Three weeks ago, I stopped raising my hand in class. Three weeks…

"The average human being is about 40 percent mitochondria by biomass," you said. "Mitochondria are w…