The house vibrates with laughter, rocking the walls. Mom looks like she is about to lose it, so I place my hand over hers ...

If my life was hectic before Aunt Rosie’s demise, the last couple of weeks of planning a large, dysfunctional family funeral tipped the scales. ...

The map’s directions point to the left side of the island, up a hill with a wooden walkway. Beside it stand rectangular rock pillars. ...

Life is unpredictableWe try to fill it with thingsThat makes us happy or sadBut nothing can help us predict our future We think that ...

Mr. Keith’s house is proving to be a surprise and not a pleasant one. I thought, relaxing against the back of the chair. I ...

As I sat in dead Aunt Rosie’s parlor and waited for the coroner to show up, I glanced around the well-lived-in room. My eyes ...

The boat slows down as it nears a remote island. I look over to the right and see the sandy shore with a small ...

Soft light filters through the drawn blinds, and you blink slowly awake. This was how you always awoke. No shrill sound of the alarms. ...

Several minutes pass while I watch the shoreline and marina become smaller until they evaporate. The view becomes nothing but blue sea and sky, ...

It happened again, like many times. The sheer euphoria of being beside her, the moonlight cascading her bare skin. Her angelic face with a ...