january faye

It was the weekend before the semester started and the blue house that was 54 Island Avenue thrummed with a bassline heartbeat. Inside the house was a boy who’d drank too much. He hadn’t wanted to come here tonight. He hadn’t meant to drink. The plan was to drop off his two friends who...

From where he stood, Sabriel could see everything: the tree, the large crowd of people surrounding it, the skating rink adjacent to it. Behind him sat the snowball fight field, and he could hear the screaming laughter that accompanied that kind of freezing joy. He'd taken pictures instead of...