Storygram #148
After a few more minutes, Molly looked at the time on the grandfather clock. She walked over to the door and stood with her hands folded. The music stopped, and everyone stood still, watching the door with smiles on their faces.
Storygram #135
He stumbled through the field, denying his body its right to shut down from the blood loss. His enemy had thought it more satisfying to watch him struggle for life, rather than finish the deed.
Storygram #106
I stand under the only solar powered light that hasn’t died yet. My rendezvous with Perry always occurs at this spot but at random times and intervals. Otherwise, taker scouts might follow us.
Storygram #100
In the home of William Oliver Knox, there were no city lights to stream through the windows and no busy streets to fill the air with noise. At night his home did its best to eradicate the safety of human companionship.
Storygram #88
This is where it happened. Seeing the very same spot again for the first time in 40 years was more overwhelming than she could have imagined. The memories rolled in like a tsunami.