The tea splashed over the rim of the cup as Crystal Eddings sat it down on the coaster. She needed to be more careful, she noted as she dabbed her sun dress with the napkin.
The orchestral sounds and gritty keyboards traveled through the creaking house like a phantom, swirling around the candle-lit living room.
The thought flew in his brain as though he had served it and his body continued to swing the racket, only for the game to keep going on and on.
The afternoon drizzle had finally stopped. It was one of those typical mists that flooded down the forested sides of the Cascades...
Forgotten, alone, and regretful. The day the bombs came down from the sky like meteors was the day I lost my life.
The Curse of Springcreek, Washington (Part One) It was one of those nights that scared the hell out of Gage Turner.
The Wall scorched the man’s hand, flooding in around his rough flesh and trapping it there for the usual sequence.
It’s time to start again. It’s time to breathe in the air that has been long forgotten, much like the past. He knew it was time.
The world was silent. The crimson lightning struck into the distant hills, obliterating a piece of Earth that would never return.
