Emily tugs at her father’s shirt, “Daddy, who are you looking for?” Her father smiles and picks her up, “Hey sweets, I was looking for you, who else? Did you enjoy story time with Ms. Rose?” “Sure did, daddy.” Emily says then whispers, “Ms. Rose is over there, in case you’re wondering.” She winks. He…
Where am I?
“Aren’t these wonderful? Wow!” Her daughter bends over to examine the paintings in awe. She says nothing. The truth is, she’s miserable. What am I doing here? She keeps asking herself. Why is my daughter so interested in this stuff. She’s not an artist. She can’t draw to save her life. She’s trying to spend…
Sitting in his chair by the fireplace, Nicholas can’t help burst out laughing.
Angie stares at the Christmas lights in the rear-view mirror, waiting for the light to turn green, while a jazz rendition of “I’ll be Home for Christmas” plays softly on the radio.
What I’m about to show you was my grandfather’s best-kept secret.
If you were standing by the docks last night, near the old tires factory, you would’ve felt the ground jolt. No, it wasn’t an earthquake.
Duneview, more like Doomview, Liz thought as she maneuvers her car toward the town of Duneview, population 123.
Whistling, he walks his bike down the narrow alley, feeling glad he didn’t listen to his mother and drive. There’s no way I can drive my SUV here, he eyes the narrow street.
When it came time for Senior Yearbook prediction, he was voted “Most likely to spend rest of life in parents’ basement.” As much as he wanted to prove anyone wrong, he could not.
True story… “Why do you want to be a mathematician?” Mom said, “You can’t make any money from that.”
“Guys, stop what you’re doing! We got trouble.” Johnny runs in to the playroom. The room’s suddenly still.
“Hello!” My voice echoes as I enter the hangar. “Hello!” Hey, this is kinda fun.
“Lao-huan-tong,” mother muttered under her breath, adults return to being children again.
“Be with you in a minute!” I shout and descend the ladder.
Based on real life event…
Loosely based on real life events…
His paddle-board is all he had left. His house, car, and belongings, all gone when the 40-foot tsunami-wave came. He somehow survived by holding onto the paddle-board.
“Is it Halloween already?” I watch the truck full of hay bales rolls through the normally tiny sleepy French town.
“I’m telling you, he isn’t a good man.” Her sister’s words came echoing in her brain as she crouched lower behind the shrubs. Despite the roaring river beside her, all she could hear was her heart’s thump of terror. “Oh Val, where are you?” Her boyfriend sing-songed, cracking his knuckles. “Come out and play. You…
“He tried to fly before he could ride a bike.” The homeless old man said.
“I had a great night,” I say with a smile glued my face.