The Magic Lobster

By: Michelle Nedboy I was ten years old when my parents wanted to move back to Manhattan. I was in the fourth grade and this news was devastating. I had always noticed when other kids moved away, whether they were my friend or not, and I remember feeling grounded and lucky because I wasn't going …

Summer Camp

By: Michelle Nedboy      They would take us to a beach. I say “a beach” because it most certainly wasn’t the beach; it was sheltered off, in a kinda thorny area, with dirty bushes and hiccups of sand, lots of shells. We took a muppety school bus there, our bathing suits on and our towels crumpled …

Dumb & Dumber

By: Michelle Nedboy

A Witch’s Guilt

By: Michelle Nedboy I’ve never wished for anything. To say I’d rather return to my childhood and slip away from this callous life, this life that leaves me nauseated and helpless, heaving in the middle of the night. Like an ill creature, heaving and gasping from the vivid nightmares that poison my thoughts, and the …