The crickets chirped, their cries echoing in the silence of…

He looked like Arthur. Older. Leaner. A scar traced his…

They exchanged small talk, sharing stories of their lives, their…

She bites her lip, worry increasing with each buzz of…

One day, after returning from yet another fruitless hunt...

So my anger soared like an eagle attempting crazier altitudes,…

...She would sit him down and teach him to read…

Emma felt her grandmother's presence guiding her creative journey.

“Wear this mask at exactly midnight,” she instructed.

Slow and rough as Miracle’s journey began, there was a…