He spit on the wood to make it shine, each imperfection smoothed by his sharpened blade. A loaded rifle leaned against the wooden chair. ...

The lime green Porche slammed into the lighthouse with such force that the lighthouse swayed. Robert jumped from the trail car and ran...

Though magnificently pink and happy, the bougainvillea strangled the front entrance to Jane's tidy home. Long thorny tendrils harbored...

By Ann Moss The hotel’s glittering flagship was The Monument in NYC, directly across from Central Park. Architecturally it paled compared...

“Aheeeee! Stop!”, Janet screamed, panting and running through the trees. She stumbled and bent over holding her ribs to catch her...

The train rattled along the deserted Russian countryside shifting suddenly side to side. A film of moisture on the windows blurred the...

In the absence of a comb, Esther used her fingers to smooth coarse brown hair. She reached the end of a single braid at her waist and...

I never made a stew with a soup bone. Hell, I’d never made a stew, but this was a special occasion and I was determined to get it right....

Carol wrapped the quilt tightly around her thin body. The wind cut through the empty porch with a sharp edge. Dusk was approaching. Did...

The wicker basket on the bike front wobbled with every dip on the old asphalt trail. Two bottles of wine, two healthy danishes and a can...

To say I was blue would be timid. I was devastated. The day was meant to be wondrous. Filled with everything good and right. Instead, the...