Lara held her back against the door, her sweat pasting her body and her muscles tight.
“Lara! Lara open this door right now!” The thing pounded its fist, making the wood and her bones rattle, beating the door with all its might. 181 more words
We won’t be running the Imogene Pass this year like we thought we would. Izaak decided he wanted a pacemaker instead.
It’s been four weeks since Izaak passed out at the kitchen table while we discussed where we would go camping the following weekend. 152 more words