Author Ada Vancil
“Gout is something you get if you’re a character in a Dickens novel!” “That makes no sense.” I reached across the table to grab another bread stick. Olive Garden style, as my dad calls them. I broke my breadstick in… Continue Reading →
“Maybe I’ll just destroy them and never do it again.”“My love, I promise you it’s not that bad.”I look down at my art, a mess of orange and greens.She also gazes down, a smile plastering her face as she takes… Continue Reading →
“It’s not like it used to be… you can’t mess around anymore.” Grace lightly chastised. “I know, I know. I’ll go see my teacher tomorrow during my break.” Em smiled back up at her. She was always good about listening… Continue Reading →
“So cute… but don’t come home with another dog!” I heard the beep signaling the end of the phone call with my mother. She loved Skip, but constantly complained about the hair that covered the floor and hung in the… Continue Reading →
“How long are you willing to chill before you get it?” “Get what, exactly?” Rue snapped back harshly. They’d been at each other’s throats for weeks, the back and forth showing no sign of stopping. The couple that was once… Continue Reading →
“You knew I was going to say something to you, right?”She was back to the place again, standing at the top of a crevasse, looking down into the deep blue below.“Are you listening?”The emptiness of the silence around threatened to… Continue Reading →