Txt

by Tristan Parker


You see that girl sitting on the bus, cellphone out, always texting? She could be any one of millions of teenagers: glued to their phones, constantly connected. And she is. But she isn’t writing about boys, or movies, or school.

She’s writing a novel, 160 characters at a time

And it’s going to be beautiful.

Second Job

by Tristan Parker


You are not my first son. I had many before you, and I loved them. When my livestock were wiped out and my home destroyed, I did not miss them. Years have gone by, and my fortune is restored, but with each new day, I feel the pain afresh. I can never forget my children.

Vacation

by Tristan Parker


Mom says we're taking a vacation from Dad. We packed up all my stuff, and we're staying in a hotel. I still have to go to school though, and we aren't doing anything fun. We just sit around watching TV. Sometimes Mom cries. There isn't even a beach that we can go to.

Some vacation.

I Never Met Your Mother

by Tristan Parker


It was a big party, and a loud one. I had stepped outside to clear my head, and was on my way back in when the crowd parted. It was love at first sight.

"You are beautiful," I told her.
"What?"
"I LOVE YOU"
"I can't hear you. Sorry."

She turned away and continued dancing.

In Closing

by Tristan Parker


We tried to find something to read in closing that was appropriate, but they were all too impersonal, too insubstantial. Instead, we wrote our own, in order to better serve our needs.

We decided to make it shorter than any of us wanted it to be. It was fitting, since his life was the same way.