Living on the twenty-third floor was a bloody pain. I don’t like the lift, going down the stairs was bad enough, but walking up them was...

I run through the tall fields of corn stalks; they slap my hands and face as I pass. Rosy cheeks, the sun shines on my brow, I wipe a...

Positioning herself on the smoothest rock she is able find, Holly looks out at the ocean, while praying that this sanctuary by the sea...