Jake Thomasson pulled the sleeve of his sweatshirt down, covering his hand, and wiped away the condensation from the window.Β  It was the third time he had done this in the past ten minutes, but he didn’t want to miss seeing if any cars drove...

β€œChrist,” I muttered to myself, as the first flakes of snow started to fall.Β  They gathered in fuzzy clumps over the windshield before my wipers cleared them away.Β  I’d been waiting for fifteen β€” no, twenty minutes now β€” in my sister’s driveway.Β  Had I...

Moving day. A chance to start fresh in a new place. New opportunities, new community, new home. Home. Not just a house. To Eric Sherman, this was a place he could finally call home. No ex-wives to hound him for alimony. No disapproving parents to...

My daughter Hannah had always had a fascination with bugs of all kinds.Β  She collected them and kept them in a terrarium she insisted I buy for her when she was six.Β  It was on a constant rotation as her interests changed; when she was...

Jack Mckay huddled in the cold midnight street with a pale green sleeping bag encasing his lower half. Spindled trails of light reflected off the gleaming roads from damp lampposts. But the cold wasn’t what gave Jack his nightly jittersβ€”not by a long shot. The...

β€œIt’s creepy,” Dan balked. β€œIt’s cute,” Julia countered. β€œBesides, it’s fun. I mean, geez Scrooge, where’s your Christmas spirit?” Dan picked up the doll and turned it over in his hands. It was the prototypical Christmas elf as imagined by Hollywood in a red onesie, Santa...

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