Age-Old Beauty
Ellie ran the antique brush through her long, raven hair—ten times. According to her mentor, it would not only bring shine but also guarantee a win in the pageant. She sighed. Was that true? Did she really believe everything the contestants were told about their daily...
What are you doing to me, Lord?
Joe yanked the foreclosure sign off his front door and crumpled it into a ball. He whipped it across the yard as if doing so would rid him of all his troubles. I don’t need this. Not now. He unlocked the front door and entered his empty home. Its silence blasted his...







