By: Robbie Wethington — But I feel something, when I see you now. I feel something when I see you. The Phoebe Bridger song plays over the radio as Matt pulls into the driveway. Putting the white, 2018 Jeep Wrangler in park, he turns off the ignition, ending the song and the hum of…

By: Robbie Wethington — Once upon a time there lived a very special boy who lived in a very average town. Even at an early age, Oliver Winters could not help but feel trapped in a place that he would never quite fit in. He had never met his father, but that was a…

By: Robbie Wethington — Daniel slowly walked down the busy sidewalk; he knew that others would be annoyed by his slowness, but he couldn’t care less. If he had to be inconvenienced by this trip to Once Upon a Tome, the local bookstore, then everyone else could be just as inconvenienced. Ana, who had…

By: Robbie Wethington — “Fuck.” Sam mutters the curse under his breath, face palmed in his left hand. Lifting himself from the cream-colored sectional from where he was sitting, he runs his fingers through his short, chestnut hair, and searches for composure while walking towards the kitchen. Opening the freezer door, a chill washes…

By: Robbie Wethington — Sunlight peaked through the partially open blinds and into Ryan’s eyes, forcing him to shift his head to the left, Connor in full view. Ryan watches as a single bead of sweat trickles down Connor’s face and rests on his lower lip before being wiped away by the cuff of…

By: Robbie Wethington — Bang. My body jerks wide awake. Several moments pass as I collect my thoughts and breath, victims of the loud noise coming from within my house. My mind races, trying to determine what could have woken me so suddenly. I live alone, I have no pets — I should be…

By: Robbie Wethington — The brassy sound of the school bell echoes throughout the building, signaling the end of a long and arduous day of learning. Isaac Taylor reaches for his heavy messenger bag and clumsily throws it over his shoulder as he walks through the heavy oak door of the science lab. Normally…

By: Robbie Wethington — After supper he would always read to me. Sometimes it was from the leather-bound classics we kept in the study — Oliver Twist, Treasure Island, Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland — though occasionally he’d read from the newspaper, The Daily Gazette. …

Just before 6 p.m. on Thursday, Nov. 26, Sherry Smith unlocks the doors of the Arby’s in Danville, KY. She walks through the door and heads straight to the alarm system to deactivate it. Normally the store would be loud and busy with employees cooking, taking, and preparing orders during…