She watched him when he was a fawn. Come summer, he grew spikes. A young buck. He was unafraid of her. He grew accustomed to
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The Prisoner
She doesn’t want them watching her. She has secrets. Secrets that could spell the end of her. She’s tried everything to insure her privacy. She
The Yellow Tent
It was fall. She and her friend were going on a weekend camping trip. They pitched their small, camo-colored pup tent in the woods. Their
The Demise of Civilization
The street looks peaceful doesn’t it? Palm trees, white fences, boys on bicycles going to school this morning. Could be almost any street in Florida.
The Blueberry Pickin’
“I hate picking blueberries.” ”Magnus, Ma said we have to get enough for a pie. Come on,” David insisted. As they walked the path to
Determination
While the old man watched the sun rise over the city, he heard the old woman stir. He quickly left his sunrise and went to
The Write Scribe 