It was a rainy night in St. Petersburg. Tom and Mandy were walking and talking about their plans to see a film.

Ash sole Sale ohs So shale Lea hoss Hess ole... Not Gon' Cry Mr. Wrong I'm Goin' Down No More Drama Enough Cryin' Touch It... Yes Mike's OCD mind is a bit more exciting than the prosaic brains of the...

Looking down at her sweet face I notce that she is trying hard to blink back her tears, so I hand her some tissues. Then I have an idea. "Why don't we make a memory box for brother? We can collect...

Jack eagerly raised his hand asking if he could begin the presentations. He was the most handsome boy I had ever laid my eyes on.

Stories are like pollen,something that is left behind by the writer with which to tantalize the reader. While readers are like bees, that go from one story to the next collecting pollen as they go. ...

Estaba en clase, mientras el maestro hablaba yo pensaba en lo que haría cuando saliera, había quedado con Miguel a la salida para ir al parque a jugar un partido y tenia pensado ganar e impresionar a...

The moment he said this Carrie felt herself drifting onto another plane. Even in this trance-like state she knew she'd been here before, but her senses were dulled by the sudden transfomation, so it...

The mirrored surface of the pond shone back at me but something was wrong; I couldn't see the reflection of the peach tree that stood alongside the pond. I realized then that my own reflection wasn't...

No reconozco sus caras pero al abrir la ventana estas se dan cuenta que les estoy mirando. -HOLA (grito una de ellas) Yo atónito sin saber que había pasado le respondí con un hilo de aire. -Hola Y...

serio, aquella hora era guardia y ese profesor era nuevo en el instituto. Yo como siempre estaba en las nubes y mis compañeros estaban distraídos y no se daban cuenta, pero yo si, yo vi que aquel...