Of my two daughters, Maggie was the stable one, with a sensible answer for every difficulty life threw at us. Except when it came to…
Principal Swank leaned back, his rolling chair squeaking beneath him, and placed his fingers behind his head as if he intended to take a nap.…
This short story was a contest entry a writing prompt contest. I love fiction contests, as they are so motivating, with a prompt and a…
The path along the riverbank was muddy from a morning rainstorm. Jillian trudged the half-mile walk to Grandfather’s house, past the farmlands, the old rancher’s…