
“Dead Pianos” Mike James
Walking up to Donny’s house is always an experience. They live in a shotgun shack down at the end of Morris Lane. It’s so…
Read MoreWalking up to Donny’s house is always an experience. They live in a shotgun shack down at the end of Morris Lane. It’s so…
Read MoreJune 1992 Our mothers introduce us. Nothing can replace Nicole from the old neighborhood, but Molly is tan and thin and athletic. She plays…
Read MoreSir Theodore of the Formica Table Theo was that kid at Salem North, the one we all knew would grow up to be…
Read More“Want to climb a tree with me?” he asks, twisting his hand in his curls. He doesn’t ask my name. Or give his. He…
Read MoreIt’s almost dark when I walk in the back door, and Dad’s waiting for me in the kitchen. “Come on.” He grabs his car keys…
Read MoreWe are excited to announce a series of changes for The Passed Note – after over six months of deliberation, we have decided to…
Read MoreWe are honored to have Danielle Dayney’s short story “The Slumber Party” as a kickoff to our blog series. Each month, we will feature…
Read MoreThe first time I kissed a boy, I was sixteen and in a sundress. Our bodies were hidden behind the citrus grove and his…
Read MoreSo much of The Passed Note blossomed out of my own high school experience—for a great slice of my teenagehood, books were my solace….
Read MoreSo much of The Passed Note blossomed out of my own high school experience – for a great slice of my teenagehood, books were…
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