The old man had entered the contest for wood sculpting six months ago. Now, at the deadline, it was finished. As the crowd walked by
“It’s always darkest before the dawn.” That old quote popped into her head at 4 a.m. It wouldn’t be daylight soon this morning since the
Doors to her were only a symbol. They had always kept her out, excluded her. From the time she was a child, she’d felt like
Richard looked at the steering wheel in his hands and felt fear. He drove fast. He had to get away, but he reflected on his
She walked among the pillars of the old building on the monastery grounds to gather her thoughts. She found it cool and serene here. Many
”I thought we came to the Beach Bar to have a drink and then go parasailing, Michael? We haven’t even made it to the bar.