Mattie McAlavy: On S.G. Baker

By Mattie McAlavy She isn't aptly named. Summer the season is heat, heat, heat and dappled skin and sweat and laughter on a breeze. Popsicles melting, sweet tea sweating, heavy green boughs sighing in the sun. A feeling. Summer (the) Baker is "dynamite with a laser beam" - pinpoint-direct and molten and focused, focused 'chaos.'... Continue Reading →

Madison Ferril: On S.G. Baker

By Madison Ferril Mischief is too base a word for what glints behind her eyes. It is more the beginnings of a maelstrom, or perhaps it is a hint of the spark that set the universe into motion. Some would call it magic, but that term is neither broad enough nor narrow enough to capture... Continue Reading →

Lyle Hall: On S.G. Baker

By Lyle Hall Not too long ago, on a terrible day, I thought I should try something. Something I knew, I knew wouldn’t work. It ended about as well as could be expected; with me lying on my back in the dirt. That was when I really saw Summer. 'Ha, nice one. Are you alright?'... Continue Reading →

Rebekah Cannon: On S.G. Baker

By Rebekah Cannon A traveler in the truest sense of the word. Her form a mere physical bond holding her to the earth as her whole being journeyed beyond what any world could hold. She was a creator of life in the dreams she conjured.

Jennifer Archer: On S.G. Baker

By Jennifer Archer There was a cautiousness about her. She was careful about sharing herself, always watchful and gauging those around her, taking their measure. If lucky enough to gain her trust, you were treated to a glimpse of her sharp wit, her keen sense of humor, wry and cynical, a level of intelligence and... Continue Reading →

Micah Baker: On S.G. Baker

By Micah Baker She wiped the blood from her sword, a quick motion, wrist flicking, eyes peering intently into the wounds before her. The cuts were clean, effective as the precise lacerations of a surgeon. And while blood welled up from the incisions, a healing happened. She cut away the fog of fear and insecurity... Continue Reading →

Deborah Elliott-Upton: On S.G. Baker

By Deborah Elliott-Upton You know the one. There's always one in the classroom. Six or sixteen and going on thirty, it doesn't matter. She's got something. Summer's the one who appears wide-eyed, looking innocent, yet you can just tell her brain is spinning inside with a thousand questions. Only some of them you know, but... Continue Reading →

Valerie Hendon: On S.G. Baker

By Valerie Hendon Her short hair blew in the wind as she jumped onto the trolley, going somewhere she had never been before. Her mind ridden with writer's block. The only things going through her brain these days was the fact that she wanted to write full-time, but until she could get her big break, she... Continue Reading →

Steven Watson: On S.G. Baker

By Steven Watson She seemed to slip into her place somewhat chaotically; she could fit in any group unrepentantly, but at the same time her presence thrust upon her companions a desire to hang on her every word. From her tongue dripped the waters of Bethesda and any who could bathe in the banter were... Continue Reading →

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