Anna Thompson

I hear myself breathing. My inhaling comes slow and steady, as does my exhaling. Each breath is perfectly paced, never coming too early or too late. I can tell just by watching my

Ow! My nose bumped against a barrier. I couldn’t make out my surroundings because of the darkness. With my sense of sight rendered useless, I decided that depending on my sense of

“What about this one?” A woman carefully picked  up a ballerina figurine from the shelf in front of her. She held it out toward her daughter, who let out a slight gasp. “She’

“We’re staying for the whole week?” Felicity exclaimed. “But Mom, if we stay for that long, then Hayden and I will only have one day left for break.” “Felicity,” her mom chided,

Walter Stevens had finally stacked all his paperwork into organized piles when a whirlwind of brunette curls came barreling through the door. She marched straight up to his teller window and slammed down

Chaos’s shoulders hung in dejection. She kept wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. Her lip quivered as she tried to quiet her sobs. Her small feet dragged on