Jolene
Me and Little Tim race our horses hard trying to catch up to the train.
Me and Little Tim race our horses hard trying to catch up to the train.
The Cedarwood Home for the Elderly stood at the end of a dead-end street in a rotting borough of a dying town.
Prickly pointy spikes
“So, I know something you don’t know.
I entered the ballroom and searched for her in a sea of gowns and tuxedo.
Caveat Emptor.
Carol Bannister placed the breakfast tray in front of her Aunt Jessica and stood staring out the window at the autumn leaves swirling about the grounds.
My hand’s all numbers so what the heck?
Eric thought his day would never end.
The Allfather’s daughter, shame of Asgard, fled the Great Hall and made her way through the wood to the cliff-side.
Hugh pressed the ‘check mail’ button again and the little closed envelop popped up, taunting him with its secrets.
School wasn’t working for me.