Marka slips something into Frank’s coffee. For the moment, he’s asleep with James watching him.
“I hardly knew that man in there,” Marka said, gulping for air. 833 more words
I rolled my eyes at Amy.
I chuckled. “Get your head out of the gutter.”
Amy was always comparing how someone looked like some porn star. 201 more words
If only a pile of wayward curls and the inability to stay on her feet were seventeen year-old Foster Kelly’s most pressing concerns. Unfortunately, stubborn hair and clumsiness is just the tip of it. 687 more words
Ahoy, me hearties! Life takes us down many different curves in the road, but somewhere over the hills, mountains, and rainbows we drive out to a majestic view of the sea shore. 421 more words
She was giggling now as she turned back to face him while he was gently rubbing her forearm.
“You’re a grown woman, Cindy, and you’re quite capable of making your own choices,” I said. 299 more words