The Departure
Jenny sighed again as Jonathan crowded back into her thoughts. She stood up, grabbed an empty box and quickly put the letterbox and the rest[...]
Choices
Sometimes I think that life is like a rushing river that begins its journey high in the mountains, tumbles down over jagged rocks, rushes headlong[...]
The Hideout
Jorge and Luis hurried down the stairs to the door at the bottom. A faint glow was coming up over the trees as they stepped[...]
The Long And Winding Road
When Johnny awoke the room was pitch black and for a moment he panicked. He didn't know where he was, and the darkness and the[...]