No roads led here, this place like a scar of an old wound. No signs marked its location, no post hung with…
On the first night the stars fell, the whole suburb rushed out of their beds and looked out their windows to see…
“Curse this damned place. I don’t want anything to do with here.” Holson, my best childhood friend, slammed the door and headed…
The leaves on the two maple trees in the yard beamed a spectacular fiery red as the blue bottles that hung from…