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Excerpt from What He Said Tuesday, October 5 At my desk, I flip open my teacher’s manual—thank God it has all the answers—to last night’s set of problems to remind myself of the correct responses to the odd numbers 1-9. I lift the manual off my desk and glance back and forth from the page to my students. We’re only fifteen minutes into the period and some head...
This is what happened This is not a true story, but some parts really happened. When I was nine, I bothered my brother Freddie and his two teenager buddies while they listened to a Bill Haley and the Comets record in the basement. I jumped up and down like a monkey in front of them until Freddie punched me in the stomach to get me to leave them alone. He was se...
Max Kraner had already changed his table at Chilli’s once. Who wants to sit by the kitchen with all the servers going in and out? Plates and glasses clanking. No, he wanted their table to be perfect: some dim lighting and a female server because he knew he couldn’t compete with those thin-waisted, blond guys who always seemed to work in restaurants like this. Next to him, a family ate meatloaf and chicken...
Chapter 1 What if . . . I pause for five seconds to let the anticipation build – a trick Dad taught me last year when he learned I registered for this Civil Discourse class in the Civics Division. My classmates, my fellow Proficients, I suspect, are peering at their pads wherever they are inside B TECH Academy this Thursday. They’re watching my...
Waiting The window was open just enough to let in the cool night air. The crisp rush of air held Kevin there by the glass, cooling his warm skin and enabling him to study his shadowy reflection. He wondered if all husbands looked like this, whether all men shared that perplexed expression that labeled them as married. Kevin exhaled. His breath misted ...
This Sunday morning, my Honey Nut Cheerios tastes awesome. Our living room chair is super comfortable. I’m doing what Dad did last week. I’m alone. I’m staring out the front window at the snow, the empty street, a frozen cornfield. My body is totally relaxed. My mind, however, is a wreck. Mostly because I got pinned again last night by Jeremy Yankton, almost like it was my first wre...
Brad Gointer: CIA Intern I read the credit card-sized advertisement on the back page of the TV Guide: “Are you looking for an exciting and challenging internship? Consider interning with the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA).” The ad showed a well-dressed, dark-haired girl smiling at the camera. She looked like Mark Wahlberg’s girlfriend in the Ted...
Waiting for the Deeze The Deeze was late. In fact, Sonny knew the Deeze was missing. Not call-the-police missing, but missing nonetheless, maybe wandering lost on the streets of Columbus or passed out in an Ohio State dormitory or punched out in the yard of a frat house for taking a beer from their cooler. Sonny was officially worried – so much so ...
Excerpt from the novel Missing On a Friday in the first week of April I sit on a hard, plastic chair in the school library in front of a computer. I tell myself I’m going to type my article for the Chronicle, the school newspaper. I have to meet Mr. Angelo’s deadline – a piece describing the venues where we should have our senior prom. But my fingers aren’t on the keyboard...
Athens, the oldest capital of the modern world, was a city of rectangular, gray-white buildings, all of them slammed against each like the lockers we had at Tremont High, except these buildings seemed to be constructed haphazardly, as if it was an anything-goes type of architecture. People crowded the streets, going in and out of the shops and avoiding the Volkswagens, Toyotas, and Volvos that honked and battled each oth...
This could be true “Every true story ends in death.” [Ernest Hemingway] My dad was different. As a kid, I’d been in my friends’ homes. I’d talked to their moms and dads. Their dads wore polo shirts and shorts and baseball caps. They vacationed in places that had boats. They always came back with t-shirts wi...
This could be true [a short story by Keith Manos] I figured Angela would be at our high school reunion because she was one of the popular girls twenty years ago at Gahanna High School. Of course, she would show up. Me? I wasn’t popular. I wasn’t anything. Twenty y...
This could be true [a short story by Keith Manos] This is not a true story, but some parts really happened. Let’s say that I lived on a fifty-acre farm in Kansas, miles and miles away from any neighbors. My best friend was our dog Chestnut, a Labrador who licked ...
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