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The Chapter Before Their leader, a tall man with glowing icy blue eyes, pointed his sword at her. He was young, broad-shouldered and dressed like a soldier. She gasped, remembering the masked man who pinned

Concurso Observa Piensa Escribe: Una imagen, una historia, mil formas de interpretación… // Observe, Think, Write Contest: One image, one story, a thousand ways to interpret it…

Jacqueline flung her purse onto her bedside table and began pacing the room. She had been stalked thrice by masked strangers, yet when she had reported the matter to the police, their indifference left

Cover to cover?

The time said 8.55pm on the table clock and I shuddered, glancing at Mommy. Daddy wasn't home yet and that was a bad sign. He worked at construction company downtown and anytime he wasn't home by 6 or

Green and great!