We saw no one for hours, until we did, or thought we did.
She almost left when she saw him.
It’s still possible a squirrel will take me in another direction, but for now I may as well give this idea some light.
No, I have not written a novel. Well, once, but it was miserable and I never want to do it again.
I’m not writing, only thinking about it, but I am reading.
The picture is worth a thousand words. These are another one hundred.
He had always strangled them, until this time…
Under the arches she would meet her soulmate. Or so she hoped.