The pathway through the marsh was built to endure – straight, solid, and indestructible. Even the marsh’s ravenous denizens were
Winter winds swept down the mountain, whipping through bare tree limbs and worming through narrow gaps in the barn walls.
The last item to go onto the pile was the mop she used to clean the kitchen floor. With more
The invitation was penned in elegant calligraphy on fine, handmade cotton rag paper, and sealed with a dark crimson, wax
Her skin felt oppressive; she wanted to strip it off and run around the room naked – nothing but muscle