This is a collection of some tidbits I’ve written in the past. I didn’t think they’d work as standalone blog posts, but I wanted to share them. So, here you have it. Enjoy. The Muffin….
Continued from Part One and Part Two “Touch it,” Mark said. The body on the floor looked smaller to Logan than the frightening Mr. Hornbuckle had when he was alive. Logan remembered when he first….
Continued from Part One The boys made their way to the house, carefully ducking behind fence and trees along the way. Mark was the first to arrive, touching the side of the house in victory…..
Logan was playing with a football out in the street with his friends. It was the middle of summer. They had nowhere else to be. Summer afforded them that opportunity. Throwing the football around was….
Never open with the weather, he thought with raindrops beating against the glass pane behind him. The cool, autumn air dashed in through the slightly opened window. He wanted the cold. It was his sadistic….