And we are back! Sorry for the unannounced hiatus, I'm still figuring out how to balance two comics and real life. I might slow this comic down to one or two updates a month to make things easier.

This month's story is our first user-submitted story! Copy/pasted below:

When I was in fourth grade, I was at the park with two friends, my mom, and my younger brother. We were the only ones there to our delight, and promptly claimed the place as our own. I'd gotten bored with playing in the sandbox with my friends and my mom was down on the street buying my brother ice cream from the ice cream truck so I went over to the other side of the park to slide across the 'monorail' as I liked to call it and pretend I could fly.
I was too short to reach the handle, so I decided I was going to run and jump, because that is apparently the logical and safe response. I ran, I jumped, and I missed. I fell face first onto the solid rubber surface of the playground floor.

I remember laying there for all of two seconds before begrudgingly trying to stand. But, when I tried to push myself up, I realized my left forearm was broken at a freakish angle. It looked like I had an extra joint between my elbow and wrist. I tried to jump up and scream for my mom, only to look up and see a group of kids encircling me, staring down at me and my battered arm with blank faces. There must have been about six of them, all around my age. I made eye contact with one of the girls. She had dark eyes that were partially obscured by her hair. It was blowing in a breeze that I couldn't feel. She didn't blink.

I shoved past them and bolted to my mom, screaming at the top of my lungs about my arm and its broken-ness. When I finally reached her, she shoved me and my brother into the car and hollered for my friends. I took one last look at the park as we pulled out. It was empty once again.