Days went by, and still waiting for word from Thelma. I drove to the farm, hoping to see my Uncle Jeb, but he wasn’t ...

One afternoon in late October, autumn made its presence known in the English countryside for the quiet acts of dancing leaves and the chill ...

Uncle Jeb had a far-off look in his eyes, as if gathering his thoughts on where to start with his missing hand story. Throughout ...

On Friday morning, the story about the flamingos finally broke in L.A. County. Miss Martha’s house was shown on television swarmed with reporters, wildlife ...

Two days passed as I remained at home, eagerly anticipating the publication of the article at the week’s end. In my free time, I ...

The morning passed peacefully after Ken left for work. I showered and dressed before I drove out to the house to do more research. ...

Later that day, I returned to the newspaper’s office; we agreed to meet in person to discuss my story. The other employees had the ...

My aunt’s actions put me in an uncomfortable situation, and I couldn’t help but harbor a sense of bitterness towards her. It was difficult ...

After crying for an hour, I calmed down to pay the technicians and drove home. My heart still ached the rest of the afternoon ...

When I left the office, I spent the day driving and shopping around my Los Angeles neighborhood to forget everything Miss Billings told me. ...