“Tragedy.” “Just a wee little thing.” “And she so young.” “He’ll burn in hell, he will.” Their words slither upward
On the third day we camped next to a red tent with the loose rain fly. Cam pitched our yellow
The question of the day is: I know your max word limit for fiction is 5,000 words. is that firm?
If Dean Alan Miles had simply turned into a roach, this would not have been such a bad day for
“I’m gonna get this guy.” That’s what you promise yourself when you’re a thirty year-old detective working your first homicide.
My name is Priscilla and I am six years old. Not that I could tell anyone that, since I was
Don was between Grand Central and Greenwich when he heard the guy behind him jabbering into a cell phone. “I