Ira Thackeray

My locker closed with a dull, metallic thud . It was midway through the school year, and I was already completely burnt out. It was...

Dara tossed her boogie board to the side and ran barefoot into the sand, welcoming the feeling of the tiny pebbles squishing between her...

I stared ruefully at the remnants of a gash I’d gotten years ago. I stretched the foot where a scar shaped like a crescent was and...