Women today are vocalizing concerns about the forfeiture of their rights, yet when I ask, “What rights are you losing?” I get a blank ...

May 8, 2003, will always be the day my existence split into ‘before’ and ‘after.’ My knees buckled when I heard: “You have cancer.” ...

Riley and I froze when we heard someone singing Billy Joel’s You May Be Right, off-key. “…I may be crazy…Hey it just might be ...

Riley gagged when she looked into the room. “Mind if I stay by the door?” she questioned, clutching her stomach. “If you’re that sensitive, ...

The entrance to Beverly’s chamber stood partially open near the corridor’s end, emitting a faint metallic scent. I pushed the door ajar and stepped ...

I followed Riley to catch up with the group. Our discussion left me feeling a little uneasy. The mention of a cult was disturbing. ...

The driver, dressed in a tuxedo, stepped out, grabbed my suitcase, and opened the back door for me to enter. To my surprise, two ...

The letter arrived addressed to me on Thursday afternoon, tucked inside an elaborate gold envelope, my name written in swirling, impeccable handwriting. I held ...

The air crackled with energy as the wind gusted around us. Ralph, Liz, Roxanne, and I held hands, reciting ancient spells. The candles we ...

Unease settled over me when I tried to piece together the puzzle between Aunt Thelma and Uncle Jeb’s true identity. Their ghostly presence commanded ...