As Halloween season comes to an end (tear!), the silver lining is that write-a-novel month comes to a start.
The knife was efficient; serrated on both sides. She liked the way it felt in her hand.
Alice is leaving tonight.
Don’t worry. I’m a Hunter. A Protector. I know what I’m doing.
The doctor’s soft voice tried to reach her, but she found it impossible to draw her attention completely away from the tree.
They avoid looking at us, the lines of people being forced out of our homes. Being sent away as the result of a cowardice bill that masquerades as environmental policy.
It was a cold night. Much colder than Rebecca had anticipated when she begged her father to take them on this futile adventure.