He liked the sound of her high heels. Though she was no longer pacing, he could tell she was still there, every second encroaching upon that moment at 6:55 am when Mrs. Beatrice Darling’s husband
“Elle, there’s a man here who wants to talk to you.” Elle put down her Fabian pencil set and leaned back in her chair to look at the door. Uncle Albert was just outside the
“Oy! You just kill’d dat li’l rat!” Eldan stopped and turned around. “Excuse me?” The orc was small for one of its kind, though it still towered above the spritely gnome. “I sayd you just
Mrs. Danielle Ball Dean of Students Charlotte Country Day School 1440 Carmel Rd., Charlotte, NC 28226 Dear Mrs. Ball, I’m writing to say I’m sorry which you already know because you told
Fabulous, Wendy thought. I’ve become the kind of woman whose husband gives her spa gift certificates for Christmas. Yep, that’s me. What’s next, scented candles and sleepshirts with cats on them? The place Mike
One night I threw a guy off a roof. There was this party. 100 Beers of Solitude. I was invited by someone I thought was my soulmate but was really more a fair weather friend.