This week, The Washington Pastime is proud to announce that tomorrow’s weekly fiction will be our 2012 Promising Young Author Champion, whose story was chosen from among hundreds submitted throughout our PYA Chapters. PYA story finalists are chosen by chapter…
It was the third time that year Teesha’s mama almost died. Teesha got called out of her fifth grade class to the Principal’s office. The cab was waiting outside to take her to Jersey City Medical Center. The Principal pressed…
Cheryl Brown dropped off her mother at the nursing home on a Sunday afternoon, right after Mass. She’d already confessed the relief felt on being rid of her. She just wanted to know how many Hail Mary she needed to…
The dystopian craze is on the verge of becoming an epidemic. Yet while the future is bleak within their pages, there is a tremendous amount of hope to be found in the unsettling future of this widely popular genre. But…
The first day, I found the whole thing interesting, even amusing. I plopped down on the couch, grabbed some popcorn from the bowl on the coffee table, and said to my husband, “So, guess what some of the alphabet blocks…
They said it started in Northern Europe somewhere, though nobody really knows. At first, it was a small footnote article in the web press, but then it spread, grew viral in the media, in the hushed and slightly panicked conversation…
Momma always told us our father died a hero in a place named Goliad. When I was older, Momma told me the rest, sending Jess and Sam out to play before she spoke. My sisters pestered me after, wanting me…
With all of the fuss leading up to movies like The Avengers and Dark Knight Rises, it’s no wonder that superheroes have once again taken hold of the hearts and imaginations of our country. Don’t get me wrong – I…
My mother, Joyce, is fond of smoking with a fervency that trumps her fondness for the mathematics she was famed for in her heyday as well as that for her husband and one measly crack at progeny. When we go…
“Come on, Becky, just this once,” Mike said to his fiancée as she unraveled newspaper from an indigo vase. A plastic baggy containing two lime-green pills in the shape of footballs rested on the coffee table between them. “After the…
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