Ann CB Landis

Fifteen-year-old Joey Franks considered himself a communist. “From each according to his ability, to each according to his needs.” That’s what Karl Marx wrote. Joey didn’t know that, of course. He hadn’t actually read any Marx. All he knew was that he didn’t want to live like his dad, shackled…

It was only a matter of time. Gerald made himself as small as possible in the corner. The witch was trying to fatten him up for sure. He’d read all about that in a book. Five times a day or more, she gave him a plastic spoon heaped high with…

Becky never took her eyes off her phone from the time they left her house til they flopped into their seats on the Greyhound. They had a 40-minute ride into the city, and Roger tried to talk to her a few times. The usual stuff. He asked her how school…

Nolan Hendricks III was a rising star. Everyone said so. Born and raised in America’s heartland, he had the good breeding of John Kennedy, the charm of Bill Clinton, and the grass-roots political savvy of Barack Obama. Hendricks raised $300,000 in the first few days of his campaign, mostly from…

Bella rarely did as she was told. She was a cat, after all. The children saw her as a plaything. They couldn’t stop themselves from picking her up and parading her around the house, or putting her in doll’s clothes. Bella was de-clawed before the family adopted her, so she…