Funny, how one good cookie could calm the mind and even elevate a troubled soul.
If someone wrote it and it had a peculiar twist, I've read it.
The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence.
I would not cry. I do not cry. How bitter do you risk becoming by swallowing too many tears?
A short-order cook, just off work, makes easy tracking for lions and worse
Tommy told Sal about the strange white-cloth figure with black stitches that he had found on the front porch. "Sounds like Pillsbury Doughboy gone punk," Sal said.