Chapter Three – The Good Guys
He pulled into his driveway and Stan noticed, at once, that his wife’s car was gone…
He pulled into his driveway and Stan noticed, at once, that his wife’s car was gone…
So, my birthday is at the end of this week. I guess I’m excited. My parents are planning this big party and all my friends have promised to come, but I have this report due for my Modern Moralities class…
Fires burned in the distance as a child screamed for his mother. Rain poured in through holes in the ceiling and all the windows were gone. A china cabinet lay splintered…
“Stop touching me!” Gwen said as she reached back and slapped…
It wasn’t that she didn’t have anything on her mind; it was that her mind wasn’t big enough to hold an entire thought so it defaulted to blank emptiness most of the time…
Chunk to his friends, sat at a table by himself and watching the people who passed by as he ate. He finished a chicken biscuit…
It was hot and the fires burning up all the pines and palmettos south of town had made the smog worse. A grimy yellow haze…
The man’s swollen face glowed crimson with his barely contained rage in the well-lit little office. Gwen thought he looked like a toad…
Henry stared at the sun as it boiled red, slowly slipping behind the roof of the old barn. He knew he wasn’t supposed…
Following the most confusing, frustrating and often disheartening year of my life, I am returning to my…