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Growing old is cruel. I don't recommend it to anyone. It's like snow in summer. Unseemly and ridiculous.
In the future, food is boring. Or, perhaps not.
Joe had a bad feeling he’d need his gun before the night was over.
Truda paused at the gate and tried to calm her racing heart.
"That tree," he says. "It's looking at me."
How many people who turn on a light understand the generation of electricity?
- Length: 12 pages
- Age Rating: 15
- Genre: Fiction
It being the last Thursday of the month, the greatest witch in Ireland had gone to the hairdressers and would not return for another hour
Bobby Osgood woke up one October morning and he was twelve years old again...
But when their father was killed, the dynamic of their relationship changed...
Goatees, beards, sideburns or any other creative types of facial hair were strictly verboten but the employee handbook said I could have a mustache.
A children's story set in the Iron Age. A girl, Morg, makes a wish to the goddess ...
"I watched as the man I saw so clearly disappeared into the endless white."
"You grow memory like a crop, and when you want to, you harvest it."
Professor Panini is too clever for his own good.
J.L. sees her dad at the Old Soldier's Parade.
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.
My mum is the undisputed tea-drinking heavyweight champion of the world… or at least the whole of South Lexington Avenue.
Shepherd's family made money by being outlaws. Well, outlaws in the governments' eyes.
"Damn thing," old Ernie muttered, glancing up from his laptop. He reached out to shut off the annoying noise but noticed the call was from his area. This was unusual.
The cozy brick bungalow stood on a short lane of similarly modest houses with a small, mostly overgrown park at the far end and an intersection leading to Darlington High Street.
The spark of his life was fading, but his mind was still sharp, and his memories cocooned him.
Dessie O'Connell was 6 feet 3, thick of bone, and naturally muscular. Unlike almost all of the actors with whom he'd first competed for parts, he hardly needed to work out in order to resemble a Hellenic god.
"It's at the ranch, on the other side of the farm, in those mountains. All we need to do is catch it. Can you imagine how much we can sell it for?
