 |
A Book by Sean
One man, one girl , one day.
|
 |
A Chapter by Sean
It's just begun...
|
 |
A Chapter by Sean
So they got into the car and headed off. "Where are we going Mister?"said Zoe OK, time out. Imagine you were Zoe. You would be scared to death. But Zo..
|
 |
A Chapter by Sean
Once they got to his house,(Zoethought "Mary" as bill hadreferred to earlier, had astrict look:great poster,dressedin black, hair pulled back in a bu..
|
 |
A Chapter by Sean
As they were walking into the guestroom, Bill sat down and said:"Okay, we're moving, so Mary says you're going to have to do some chores."Zoe quietly ..
|
 |
A Chapter by Sean
Today they would be moving to Vermont. Zoe was so exited. Zoe did not feel as muchfear as a normal person. But, I ask you,what is a normal person? An..
|
 |
A Chapter by Sean
“Hey,” said Mary, “September 11th was the day of
the attack. Do you realize that that means nine-one-one?”
Bill said, &l..
|
 |
A Chapter by Sean
It was clear to Zoe now.She never thought of it...until now. Bill is her father. Or at least thespirit of her father. Since, sadly, her father died. ..
|
 |
A Poem by Sean
Listen.
|
 |
A Poem by Sean
I wonder...
|
 first
 prev
1
|
|