"Then, a knight strode through the festival, parting the crowd like a tall field of grass. Adorned in silver armor that scaled her skin like

“Don’t you both feel it in your bones? The cold is coming. We should prepare food and shelter, lest we perish!” Beaver said...

My parents tried to hide the fact that there were ghost sightings and paranormal activities, but they needed to whisper a little quieter...

The fuzzy landscape was blurred in a thick veil of snow. She had to be careful. Beyond her backyard was Government Canyon, a park with nice

She grabbed her toothbrush in the bathroom and looked at the old mirror. It wasn’t her. It was the reflection of a skeleton.

I’m not nervous. I’m excited. The curtain rose. The lights flashed. The music began.

She intercepts your finger with her own, her palm then pressing against your palm, and it feels warm, real. “You’re alive?” you ask.