Empty Silos
The Dare by Suzanne Cottrell
The cemetery caper began as a dare. Upper-class students dared freshmen to pick up a souvenir rock and take a selfie in front of a tombstone as a rite of…
PoetryAbused by Suzanne Cottrell
Abused Battered by force Our trunks repeatedly hit Accidentally or Intentionally Scrapes, cuts, bruises, welts, fractures Lightning scars, hurtful words Weighed down by snow and ice Like guilt and poor…
FictionFractured by Suzanne Cottrell
The clouds had been building all afternoon. The smell of rain wafted through the muggy, July night. Each gust of wind rattled the windows. Moonlight no longer filtered through the…