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It was not without good reason that they called me the "Greyhound."
- Length: 10 pages
- Age Rating: PG
Their hands…weaved together…their bodies in the dance…their bodies rely on each other. I miss you. I miss when we could rely on each other. Us. A world in the world.
- Length: 2 pages
- Age Rating: PG
I like the tennis courts 'cause they're green, red, and white, but the truth is—I hate tennis.
Thibault Defert sits in his racecar in the shelter of his team’s pit garage. His only immutable belief in life is that he was destined to be right here. Now, he would rather be anywhere else.
- Length: 15 pages
- Age Rating: PG
On a summer evening in August, Laura sat cross-legged on the concrete floor of the teepee-shaped rec center. The air was heavy and warm inside.
- Length: 1 page
- Age Rating: U
When Dmitri slammed head-on into his watershed moment, he was behind the wheel of a Ford F-250 doing eighty up I-5, somewhere north of Azalea, Oregon.
- Length: 8 pages
- Age Rating: PG
A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.
“Go to Goldman’s Greenhouses. Joseph … will start you … at a buck sixty an hour.” His lungs empty of smoke, “Go talk to him. He’s your uncle. He’ll hire you.
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.
I like the tennis courts 'cause they're green, red, and white, but the truth is—I hate tennis.
Dr. Vandermeer laughed. First to himself because he was a true capitalist. Then out loud because he simply wanted to.
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.
As a rule, the Bishop was more in than out. Consequently the size, the airiness, and the aggressive modernity of the room made quite an impression on him. Deacon Sue realised this from the way he quietly looked around and nodded.
Konrad picked up his lance. When the judge gave the signal, he aimed his weapon at his adversary and opened the valve that allowed the steam to flow into the piston. His armored motorcycle shot out across the tiltyard seeking to ram Baron von Kobell
