He unlatched the slide-lock and pushed it open. It was small; he had to crouch down, peering through the gloom pent up in the attic.
You live with all these people, the villains and heroes and quirky neighbors who just show up for comic relief.
Landon’s unease came back, full force. He pushed the button to silence the boom box, to better hear what they sang
Here’s reality: the glow of the computer screen attracts kids like the promise of artificially flavored sugar treats.
Come in. The whisper came at the heels of the deafening, echoing knock. He could not. He couldn’t do it
people had crept in here like feral dogs, squatting and furtively building mean homes, scrounging for ginseng, paw paws and other wild things to live on.
I have decided to lower the price of Book 1: Devolution to 99 cents.
That’s what writing is all about, really: self actualization.