Fitzwilliam Darcy sat at his desk as he sorted through his daily correspondence. It was harvest season, a busy time of the year for ...

“It can’t be,” Sophie whispers for the seventh time, eyes glued to the computer screen on the desk in front of us. “Y’all are ...

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 ...

The subsequent days passed without incident. Georgiana prepared for the assembly under Mrs. Younge’s watchful supervision. She took a keen interest in her ward’s ...

“She’s gotta be at least five hundred years old.” Nathan rechecks the sample of organic material on his desk for the fifth time. Sophie ...

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 ...

“Can you zoom in right here?” Nathan points to a shadow on the computer screen. Sophie clicks to make it larger, the image morphing ...

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 ...

“It’s been two days!” I tuck my feet under me and hand Sophie the TV remote. “How long does it take to make a ...

Georgiana wasn’t sure what to think when George Wickham called on her for the first time. They had met at the local park and ...