Author: Justin Jones

I’m lying under my grandmother’s clothesline, watching the bed sheets overhead billow in the wind....

In what was perhaps the best pick-up line I’ve heard in the past six months (coincidentally, the...

An empty lecture hall in the middle of the night. I’m on my back; he’s on top of me. Kissing hard....

Coca-Cola was an everyday thing and we ate McDonald’s twice a week. We hadn’t heard of gluten and...

Among stuffed animals and bruised toys, near a wall covered by an “Old McDonald”...

No one could see him but me. I was six years old when he chased me. The goblin was a tall,...

The Gorgeous Boy has picture-perfect teeth and he picture-perfect smiles. His cheeks rise, his...

Midsummer’s night, 2004. I’m 18. This will be my last year in Fort Lauderdale. I’m with friends at...