Her voice was in a whisper as she drew close to her sister's ear. "Which is it this time?" Nausea filled the pit of her stomach. "The bomb or the fir..
I close my eyes as I sit with the laptop in my lap, gripping my head irritably. I am trying to think of another story, something that would at least g..
Elizabeth Haven Taylor discovers a book in the attic of her foster parent's home. The book is bound in chains but they break at her touch. Curiosity d..
The rainiest weeks in Central County had yet to even come close to an end as Sunday drew nearer once again. Stillness had swept over the small town as..