May 11th The unstoppable rain cut the trees like razors. The grass and foliage drowned, forcing the earth to crater. Diego felt purified...

The math teacher talks about the probability questions in his class. “A” looks out the window, the game of poker unfolding on the grass...

Rarely have I ever seen someone who looks truly rotten. They don’t seem to show up often. Even the most miserable faces have some...