A short story based on a prompt, "The Newborn" and based on our first 24 hours at home with our baby son.

The first thing that I recall when I think about the boarding school is that I had no memory of arriving there.

“What do you mean I’m not supposed to be here yet?” The young girl demanded. Death checks his list again.

"At birth, everyone has the date they will die tattooed on their arm. You were supposed to die yesterday.”

One afternoon, Barry, a particularly big spider was trapped under a glass, and released into the garden

The queen of the enchanted forest was a tall, proud Sunflower. She was kind, and beautiful. Her light touched each corner of the forest; it