Dreamers Rise

In the spring and summer of 2007 I wrote a narrative entitled The Palace of the King of Night, described in its subtitle as "a novella...

He found some leftover pizza in the fridge, tossed it into the microwave, and watched it revolve on the glass plate like some slow-motion ju...

The police had cordoned off the sidewalk and were beginning to make arrests. Something in the air was making Héctor’s eyes water, and the co...

There were no seats and several people already standing, so she grabbed hold of a strap and planted her feet as the bus lurched forward. She...

There was something going on in the park but whatever it was she wasn't in the mood. She walked slowly around the square, barely glancin...

It's been raining since morning and the wind has been driving drops like shotgun pellets against the windows of my room for hours. Outsi...

In the weeks that followed, Matilda returned to the apartment on Bedford Street every Saturday afternoon. She would have come more often, if...

Mr. Sullivan's lodgings occupied the back half of the top floor of a narrow four-story brick building on Bedford Street. There was a rat...

Matilda spent the month of July at her family's summer cottage in the Adirondacks. Her parents -- separately -- and her brothers, came a...

Mr. T. Sullivan did not appear at Matilda's next modeling session, nor the one that followed it, and she decided that he probably felt t...

Through the rest of the winter and into the spring Matilda modeled at least twice a week. There were classes every weeknight, but she was on...

When the term ended Matilda carried her finished compositions back to her apartment, and as soon as Isabel went out on an errand she opened ...

Matilda Eberle was eighteen years old. She was a little taller than other girls her age and passably pretty, though she was resigned to the ...