She was nervous. The street where she was standing was one her mother always said was dangerous.
The neon sign outside flashed ‘Open’ and he watched the continuous blinking while nagging and disturbing thoughts kept running through his mind. Absently, he picked at the pie he’d ordered, and slowly sipped the strongly brewed coffee. Bone tired, he
Clem Gummer stood on the porch of his house, gazing with distaste at the brand-new condo’s bordering his land, “Sum bitches!’ he screamed in frustrated rage at what he viewed as an inconceivable eyesore ruining his view. How could they
Sometimes, when it’s still; when the clouds hang heavy, I stand on the edge of the road and gaze at Thompson’s Bridge. Sometimes, it appears ugly. Other days, it’s beautiful. Today … well, I’m not sure. There’s a mist in
Once upon a time there was a mischievous boy named Sebastian Chatham. He was on the way to see his father, Archibald Chatham, when he decided to take a short cut through The Lost Forest. It wasn’t long before Sebastian