My worn boots clomped to a halt as I stood still on the dock in awe. I tilted my head back to look at her. She was elegant, tall, and beautiful, causing me
Jay loosened his collar and gulped in the stale dusty air. Why did he have to be the one to do the rounds in this creepy old building? It’s because I’m
Emmett slammed the bookstore’s door behind him just as the grey clouds let loose on the busy New York streets. His pear-green flannel stuck out like a cactus in this wasteland of
“No. Absolutely not.” “But Daaad.” Amberly’s shoulders drooped, and she frowned, her bottom lip jutting out. “No buts. We are not getting a dog.” Amberly’s dad, George, shook his newspaper from
When I was a boy, I thought going to sea was a great adventure that would be good fun. I would spend hours watching the ships come and go out of Whitby Harbor
Willa’s front door burst open with a crack, and light flooded in, shoving the darkness back. A bright white light and behind that, blue and red and blue and red that whirled
He was aware of bright light and heat and something wet on the side of his face. Adam swam in and out of consciousness, battling to wake up. He opened his eyes only
“You ready?” Raymond grasped the hand of the gentle woman beside him. She tucked a piece of caramel-colored hair behind her ear, looked him in the eyes, and nodded. He breathed in a
“What are we going to do today, Brain?” asked Pinky. “The same thing we do every day,” Brain said. “Take over the world!” Clara smiled to herself as she remembered the dubious grin
“Clenching your teeth harder won’t make your posture any straighter, Marissa.” I glanced sidelong at Marissa, eyebrow raised and a smirk just barely visible on my lips. Her head jerked to her
Kieran wiped the sweat off his brow and hefted the crates back on his shoulder. Of all the days for Marta to need the donkey, he thought ruefully, this was not a good
A youngish man in an oilskin coat scratched his red beard and leaned on the railing of the lighthouse – his lighthouse, with black ivy crawling up the whitewashed sides. Dark clouds quilted the
“Who is she and what is she doing in my sight?” I tapped one finger against my gilded throne while rubbing my other hand across my stubble. It was just thick enough to
Thump da dum. Thump da dum. Thump da da dum. Repeat. Shrieking, chanting, wild cries in a guttural language. The popping and crackle of a roaring bonfire consuming logs like toothpicks. And through
LET ME OUT! June felt a screech rise from the back of her head. She pinched her eyes shut and shook her head irritably. Stacks of order forms and their meaningless words swam
I was exhausted, but my excitement gave me an energy I had never known before. My eyes were glued to the silver shape that hung in the blackness like a diamond on black
“That dress is much too heavy for you. Give it to me.” Deirdre snatched the violet silk gown from Cynthia’s arms. “But it’s mine. My father gave that to me.” Cynthia
“Do my veins look darker to you? I…I think my blood is turning black!” Rosa squished the skin around on her arm, poking at her veins. “They look fine. You’re imagining things again.”
His face was just as handsome as the day she said, “I do.” She touched his neatly pressed tuxedo, noting where the white carnation had been pinned with care by his elderly mother.
History remembers the victors: the men and women who rose up and shaped the world. The rebels, the conquerors, the winners. It doesn’t mention the losers.