Harlan Covington

“Think, mate, think,” muttered Oliver as he pulled his car up to a petrol pump. “

Just wanted to be happy. Emily tossed the duvet aside, flipped her damp pillow, and lay back down.

The café was quiet on that dreary Tuesday afternoon when Mr. Whitmore shuffled in—our usual, a man of

“HOMELESS AND HUNGRY”: The Sign Held by a Woman I Took in—Only to Be Kicked Out of My Own Home the Same

Time to Fix a Mistake Emma didn’t want to tell her mother what had happened at the lake. When she got

The ache of memory, the impossibility of forgetting April had been kind with its warmth, but by early

**Two Nights and One Day** Emily kept glancing at the clock. Time crawled like a snail—slow and sticky.

**A Diary Entry: The Shattered Facade** I can’t believe it’s come to this. Sitting here at the kitchen

A Walk in the Clouds A fine drizzle fell from the gray sky. Daniel turned his face upward, and his skin

“You can’t do anything to me. I didn’t do anything wrong,” Nikita stammered