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Steve interviews Nikolai, the Beast from the East.
Bobby Osgood woke up one October morning and he was twelve years old again...
A historian is given the chance to run very realistic simulations of the past.
Classic fable. Moral: Do not trust flatterers.
What do an horrific dream and the name 'Catharine Larue' have to do with a man found dead in the hills around the Nappa Valley?
My brother’s name is David. Our parents called him that because it means “beloved,” in case you didn’t know.
- Length: 9 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Fiction
While a search for a missing child goes on, a father travels to pick up his daughter from the airport. Contains adult subject matter.
A tale of envy set in modern India.
Five years and Nolan had always been there. Five years and Dane always appeared nervous, as if it were a first date.
Mimosa Mitchell was an 85-year-old “pillar of the community” and matriarch of one of the most prominent families in Petunia Springs.
A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.
A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger.
Emma nervously entered the classroom and found an empty desk while she felt the burning power of a hundred sets of eyes staring. She expected the teasing and giggles, but she didn’t expect silence.
Mimosa Mitchell was an 85-year-old “pillar of the community” and matriarch of one of the most prominent families in Petunia Springs.
Mrs. McDoogle had a bugle,
But she couldn’t play a note.
Over the next three years, they became a couple. Not romantically, but as close and valued companions who shared their hopes and ambitions, their fears and regrets, their successes and disappointments.
If there was one thing Alex knew about JP by now, it was that the elaboration of a keenly held opinion wouldn’t be far away. And so it proved.
The thunder in the rolling blanket of clouds marked a season of cleansing, a time of remembrance. It was also a time of death. The Sailor knew that well.
I had known Bill for five years but had never seen him outside the office. “Don’t you find that strange?” Annie asked me one evening.
‘What shall we do with the body?’ The other one rubbed his chin. ‘Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, eh?
