“Y-you were betrayed?” I ask with hesitation. Miss Jessica gives me a sad smile. “Yes, everyone deals with it at some point in life. ...

Jessica looks up at me and sighs, “I used to have role models in my youth, too. The problem is that you forget that ...

Miss Jessica shakes the frappe in her hand for several seconds, then responds. “Tamara, I remember you as being a high-strung and introverted nature ...

“Here you go!” I look up to see Jessica in front of me; she holds two tall glasses of iced frappe coffee with straws ...

Once we arrive at the path leading up to Jessica’s house, I can see the clear blue ocean below the hill, with the olive ...

My American soldier.Head held high,unafraid to fight.Unafraid to die. For thosehe loves in thisblessed country,and for their freedom. Because he believes inthe wordsfreedom, liberty,justice ...

Gentle breathing fills the room, with Jane already falling asleep a few hours ago. I, on the other hand am so restless that sleeping ...

I fail to notice that I have fallen bottom first on a rock with my legs stretching out; the shock is immense. I sit ...

The Mother of Gothic Romance Anne Radcliffe is considered the mother of gothic fiction with her work, The Mysteries of Udolpho, published in 1794. ...

Strolling down the narrow street,Fingers interlocked in a loving gripMy love, I hear the rhythm of your heartbeatIt pounds in perfect harmony with mineThe ...