Fiction I count 68 guys in line in front of me, all waiting to meet
Fiction Fact: When you’re working closing shift at the diner you can always expect somebody to walk in just before close. It used to always be Johnny Hays and his little friends […]
Fiction I was pruning Mrs. Woodward’s shrubs when the first men walked past.
Fiction Tuesday The crew stopped working when they discovered the girl’s grave.
Fiction Steve and Melissa did not save a penny for their big trip, but that didn’t matter.
Fiction The thing nobody tells you about being dead is that it’s so boring.