Panic
“Hold the elevator, please,” said Trudy.
“Hold the elevator, please,” said Trudy.
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.
School wasn’t working for me.
Ellen loved her brother, of that there was no doubt.
“Damn,” Marnie said as she pulled over onto the icy soft-shoulder and got out, leaving the car running but the door ajar.
Walking by my daughter’s room with an armload of laundry, I pause to listen at the door.
I watched the sun set and the moon rise
Alice gave me a furtive glance as she handed me a glass of lemonade.
It was a slow night, even for a Tuesday.
It took a lot of effort to get the fingerprints just right.
Martha woke from her terrible dream with the chills.